Edot Babyy, Sha EK - Finish the War lyrics
[Edot Babyy, Sha EK - Finish the War lyrics]
Ransom is this Glvck?
Nah, it's EK, bitch (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yeah (Uh huh, grrah, boom)
(Gang, gang, gang, bitch)
Boom, boom, boom (Grrah)
Don't run (Gang, gang, gang) yeah
Uh huh
I really rap what I did
Most of you niggas never caught a hit
And I could've went down for this shit
But Skudda was wit' me, that nigga legit
OY-OG whole lotta shots gone behind that
Baow, baow, bitch gang, gang, gang
Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me
On court, I'ma back the sitchy
On the block, got caught totin' Brittany
If it's static, then nigga, get wit' me
(yeah) get me mad, I start talking real shit
We the duo that they never talk 'bout
Edot my brother, I'm taking that risk
We got these lil' bitches doing dick
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock
'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro, pass me thе sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ootеr, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga
"What happened?"
Every thot that we fucked wanna pree now
'Cause we tryna fuck on the team
If we spin through the T's and
We see that lil' bitch
We gone leave that bitch right on the scene
No name dropping
(Grrah) , but I said I'm smoking on Bean
Posted on B Way, hiding like 3K, but
I was serving them fiends
And boy, don't get caught up in Dykeman
If we don't got the gun then we fight him
Boy, we got them beams like laser tag
Better duck when you run into me
Like, don't panic, we see the opps, do damage
Couple of gangstas Banga, know
Brodie uppin' the cannon, bet he gon' vanish
(Grrah)
I really rap what I did
Most of you niggas never caught a hit
And I could've went down for this shit
But Skudda was wit' me, that nigga legit
OY-OG whole lotta shots gone behind that
Baow, baow, bitch gang, gang, gang
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock
'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga
"What happened?"
Nah, it's EK, bitch (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yeah (Uh huh, grrah, boom)
(Gang, gang, gang, bitch)
Boom, boom, boom (Grrah)
Don't run (Gang, gang, gang) yeah
Uh huh
I really rap what I did
Most of you niggas never caught a hit
And I could've went down for this shit
But Skudda was wit' me, that nigga legit
OY-OG whole lotta shots gone behind that
Baow, baow, bitch gang, gang, gang
Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me
On court, I'ma back the sitchy
On the block, got caught totin' Brittany
If it's static, then nigga, get wit' me
(yeah) get me mad, I start talking real shit
We the duo that they never talk 'bout
Edot my brother, I'm taking that risk
We got these lil' bitches doing dick
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock
'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro, pass me thе sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ootеr, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga
"What happened?"
Every thot that we fucked wanna pree now
'Cause we tryna fuck on the team
If we spin through the T's and
We see that lil' bitch
We gone leave that bitch right on the scene
No name dropping
(Grrah) , but I said I'm smoking on Bean
Posted on B Way, hiding like 3K, but
I was serving them fiends
And boy, don't get caught up in Dykeman
If we don't got the gun then we fight him
Boy, we got them beams like laser tag
Better duck when you run into me
Like, don't panic, we see the opps, do damage
Couple of gangstas Banga, know
Brodie uppin' the cannon, bet he gon' vanish
(Grrah)
I really rap what I did
Most of you niggas never caught a hit
And I could've went down for this shit
But Skudda was wit' me, that nigga legit
OY-OG whole lotta shots gone behind that
Baow, baow, bitch gang, gang, gang
Fuck a bitch if she high, I'm like TP
I might flock at a Flock
'cause them niggas mixy
I'm like, "Edot, bro pass me the sitchy"
Said, "Fuck that, EK, we go fifty for fifty"
And we got bitches doing mad dick
You not a ooter, don't play for the Mavericks
Throw up the set, like, "What's crackin'?"
Or I throw up the O, like nigga
"What happened?"