EBK Jaaybo - 2100 lyrics

I'm leaning and hella shit
In this motherfucker
Ayy, where the juice at, nigga?
Ayy, switch that beat, that weak ass shit
Fuck is that? Turn that shit off, nigga
Stop playing, nigga
Oh, there he go (Get up in that, boy)
Ayy, get up on that though
(Ayy, ayy, check this out, check this out)
(My nigga gio on this beat, bro)

Murder after murder, blood
You know what it is
Fuck the babies, when it comes down to it
They get hit smoke the kid
Every nigga 'round here got a stick
Ain't have time to buy a cup, boy
I'm sipping out the brick
Chicken strips, baby
You gon' strip or you gon' hoe
Never fold, Southeast, I'm so 21-Double-0
Can't brеak the code
Plenty of niggas did whеn they told
Just don't choke on the drill
Bust the fully 'til it's gone
Oh no, me no give you dick if you broke
Sent her home, slapped the bitch for taking
Pictures in my phone
Like what you on? Fucking up
What I got going on
I would risk it but you ain't got
No cheese and you a hoe so he told
Feds been tapping the brodie phone
He been tryna smoke a opp
I love the hype that brodie on
Ayy, get him gone
Smoke a opp then put it in a song
K's up, Kasino world
Free my thugs out the hole
Level IV, had to keep a hundred, free my Crip
Southside, you ain't slide, that's a
Lie he say he did, he telling myths
Bitch, go get a bag, you ain't exempt
Fuck it up, ain't got a job
Pussy pops toot it up
I know you like the way I beat it up, baby
Slow it down, shake that shit, speed it up
Lady
You said you wanna fuck with a thug, pay me
Don't want my seed if you don't
Wanna have a thug baby
Do a hundred, smoke something
Y'all make a lot of songs
Faceshot, we face opps, blood partners gone
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, now my problems gone
Slid through a nigga residence
Now he ain't got a home
Cop a pole, shake something with that shit
Nigga walk a nigga down, don't disappoint
Me on this skit, nigga
Rip his chest open, leave his
Guts in his whip, nigga
Was a stepper, got stepped
On and he snitched, nigga
Flip niggas, touch no nerd, clear the top hat
Fresh out, hit Slo-Be like
"Where them Glocks at?"
My gutter boys apply pressure
Where the chops at? You hard body, so is F&N
Satan just knocked at the door, Tootie
Let him in brains on my white Air Forces
That's a messy skit
Put lil' brodie on the team
I hope he represent
On 21, I'll never switch, nigga