EBK Jaaybo - Free Da Homies lyrics
[EBK Jaaybo - Free Da Homies lyrics]
Ayy we sendin' shots
Fuck the hand bitch we bustin Glocks
Thirty on me stock in my
Sock while im beatin blocks aye get em gone
Say he slidin when he really not
Don't make me take this belt off
Nigga ima your pops
Aye shoot nick with my left
Jus' to make it fair
It's possible you can die postin' over there
If it's funk ima slide ian' never scared
Smoked a wood in yo hood, you ain never there
Fiendin' stole some juice from my grandma
Fukk sukkas throwin' up the -
Blow his hand off
Sendin' sukkas on they ass
We can't stand yall
Free the thugs I'm waitin' for
My brother Cam to call
R Sleez hunnid' shots Osama and G
Real niggas in the chain gang
Fightin' to be free
Double back everytime thats how it gotta be
The sukkas popped my brother
So they gotta sleep
Aye huh da opps just made a post
Its two ways we can enter
Which way we finna go
They ain' out here anyway
We jus gon' take the load
Flush the blood from his system
When the drakey blow
Nigga, you do the dash when the opps comin
You better kill me if im
Lackin cause I'm not runnin'
This hoe annoyin ima call you
When you stop buggin'
And if you ever froze up
Nigga just stop thuggin'
Glock hummin' trippin on sum
Shit from last year
Shake that shit baby girl I see it back there
You run everytime you see me
Are you that scared?
Didn't know his face so we
Shot everyone with black hair
Free da homies, lock down eatin' bologna
Get up on em' see a sukka ain'
No fightin he gon' poke em' brother rolley
Free Marley C real donkey in the field doin
Drills to the neck fuck a codey
Fuck the hand bitch we bustin Glocks
Thirty on me stock in my
Sock while im beatin blocks aye get em gone
Say he slidin when he really not
Don't make me take this belt off
Nigga ima your pops
Aye shoot nick with my left
Jus' to make it fair
It's possible you can die postin' over there
If it's funk ima slide ian' never scared
Smoked a wood in yo hood, you ain never there
Fiendin' stole some juice from my grandma
Fukk sukkas throwin' up the -
Blow his hand off
Sendin' sukkas on they ass
We can't stand yall
Free the thugs I'm waitin' for
My brother Cam to call
R Sleez hunnid' shots Osama and G
Real niggas in the chain gang
Fightin' to be free
Double back everytime thats how it gotta be
The sukkas popped my brother
So they gotta sleep
Aye huh da opps just made a post
Its two ways we can enter
Which way we finna go
They ain' out here anyway
We jus gon' take the load
Flush the blood from his system
When the drakey blow
Nigga, you do the dash when the opps comin
You better kill me if im
Lackin cause I'm not runnin'
This hoe annoyin ima call you
When you stop buggin'
And if you ever froze up
Nigga just stop thuggin'
Glock hummin' trippin on sum
Shit from last year
Shake that shit baby girl I see it back there
You run everytime you see me
Are you that scared?
Didn't know his face so we
Shot everyone with black hair
Free da homies, lock down eatin' bologna
Get up on em' see a sukka ain'
No fightin he gon' poke em' brother rolley
Free Marley C real donkey in the field doin
Drills to the neck fuck a codey