EBK Jaaybo, EBK Juvie - Dondadda lyrics

(Brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

Nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada

Slidin' through the bity
Call big bro and he pullin' up with fifty
Niggas turn rat when that
Prison time get sticky
Wes set the play and left a nerd nigga pissy
Hari B, he gon' pull up with the gleek
Marley C, Mr make a Nigga Rest in Peace
Slo-Be got the bitch in her heels
Them her cleats
Went crazy when them crackers wrapped
My daddy in them sheets
This ain't simp dick, bitch
Did you know I'm Baby Whorebucks?
I just set a play to the
Neck but I need more bucks
He slid through the land and got
His nerd ass tore up
Juvie lashed a nigga for the bricks
He finna pour up
Lil nigga, and we still screaming
"Fuck the opposition"
Niggas rapping 'bout this killing shit
'til they get documented
He gon' turn to Stuart Little 'cause
He ain't never popped a nigga
We dropping niggas, real EBK, South Stockton
Nigga

Nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada

Pull a mailman and bounce out
With the doors open
Two to his chest, one to the neck
Now that boy choking
I ain't from the Bay but I
Got plug out in Oakland we for sure in
Lil bro gon' kick that door in
He was a stain so you know we cut your bro in
Aye, nigga, nah, and I ain't jawsing
We been balling and I ain't
Talking 'bout no Spalding ain't no jogging
I'm checking blues in this jog fit
Heavy metal, it's gon hit stick, analog shit
Hari B, he a sharpshooter, watch him log in
I feel like a shepherd when I'm lurking, I'm
Thirty shells in that 40 thing
Watch 'em all sink
Chop give him shots like it bartend
Stay up in that shallow 'cause the
Deep where them sharks is
Snitch K, to them rollers on that narc shit
Twenty deep posted with them
Drums like I'm marching, bitch

Nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada
Think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he
Could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill
Don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan
And we really outchea nigga, I'm a don dada