Baby Rico - EBK

Yeah, fuck nigga, you know what I'm on
Bitch I'm so EBK I might just tat it on my face (blatt blatt)
If I can't catch his ass might slap his daddy wit this drac (you can't run)
When you hear this switch, you better hide, cause you can't run away (you cant run)

And we shootin' up that lil' house, so ain't nobody safe (better duck)
GSP behind me, just like Tay K I do da race
Opp hoe talking shit you know im calling up lil Chase
Nigga tried this shit, I had to take off that boy face
(Huh)
I'm choppin' shit, I ain't talkin' lumber
Slide on that boy block, no O-K-C, I got that thunder (I got that what)
How many bullets? I got a hundred (Huh)
We just call that boy Spongebob, we leaving holes in his stomach (We gotta get em)

He say he don't know me, we finna send that boy to the sky like Kobe
Bitch I got the ball, I'm finna score, you cannot hold me
Poke his ass one time right in the stomach, I watch him bleed slowly
Hop up on the beat, im skating shit guess you can call me Tony (Hawk)

Tell a white hoe chill out on the phone, I dont wanna see Pepperoni
Black truck back to back, ya we got your hoe right in the back(She in the back)
Tell your scram get out the way, she tryna suck me in the splat
No we can not fuck today im tryna catch another hat

I hear its smoke up in the air (what)
I walk around like im bulletproof I swear that I don't care(come catch me)
Yeah, we got these big ass bullets, shit might kill a bear
Hitting this lil' hoe from the back, hoe, I'm tryna pull her hair

Yeah, you see these evil eyes, niggas know they better not stare
Swear to God, I'm like a villain, send a nigga to my lair
When she pull up to the spot, you know she ain't got no underwear
I ain't do no talking, I'm tryna leave shit in the air
I'm tryna leave shit in the air
Lil' bitch, don't come if you ain't sucking
Hit that boy with 5.56, you know this sticky russian
Come get your hoe, you know she blushing

If she in the bando then I swear to God, she fuckin
Like im Madden send a blits, im tryna see them tits
After the yo im going to magic ya im tryna make some happen
These niggas claim they want some static till them guns get to clapping

I cant leave without it from by my side, that semi automatic
I swear to God, this shit get tragic, whole lotta bloodshed
Like Big Bs, yeah, you know my favorite color red
Yea im sliding on this bitch, i aint got no sled

Tell the freak she can keep her body, cause I just want the head
Yeah, I'm tired of slidin', tired of popping tops
Back in the day I was picking locks but now im taking glocks
Like a lemonade stand, I'm tryna set up shop

Yeah, you can't be my hoe if you ain't tryna give me none of them drops
Tell her bye
Mmm, mmm

Written by:
Frederick Jernigan

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