ebk jaaybo 22 KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

On the Gz I can't stand niggas, I feel like Lil Quack He spoke on pops, I pop cuz I'm with the double back We done puttin' belts to the opps, they had enough of that Spanked your homie, bout my homie, ain't no comin' back Percs got me fucked up, I can't feel shit If that ho don't pay niggas, she ain't no real bitch

Still sliding through the section, keeping it silent while these suckers keep talking. We standing on the block every night, waiting for the static. They know how we move when it’s time to drill. Free the real ones until they home, we ain't never backing down from nothing.

This shit can get so satanic, I've been through shit that you can't manage He from the Sucka's side, it's only right that I face tap him, yeah Ayy, I keep Nicki on me daily, but send Drac' at him Cuz in the house, don't make us wiggle through and spank Granny I'm a soul stripper, there ain't no soul in us (Yeah) Step down them niggas' block, we standin' on business They still outside after we slid, they just don't get it Ayy, free The Reaper, I'll be home, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we still out here with the real motion. They talking about smoke but they ain't ready for these switches. We putting numbers on the board while they just telling war stories. Don't play with the name, we coming for everything, you know how we rocking.

Yeah pull up in that new Benz on the block man they ain't ready for this heat blood. Got them racks up now they can't say nothing bout me no more. Street been good to me lately yeah everybody know who running it now straight up.

I'm really outside in the section, been through shit these suckers couldn't handle. Keep the Drake on me daily cause we don't play no games. We slid on that block and stayed there, moving silent while we catch another maneuver. Free the guys till they back home, EBK for real.

I am really putting belt to ass, nigga, you know we ain't playing no games. I keep a fully on me every time we slide, don't get it twisted. I earned my rank in these streets while you niggas just talking. Stay out the way or get stepped on, on God.

We really spinning, caught him in the driveway and let that Drake talk. I’m pushing up aggressive, no statements ever, just switches and bands. I just booked another flight to stay fly while we keep the drop on the suckers. This life real, no cap in my rap.