Letras
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Yeah, nigga, can y'all hear me though?
Ayy
Ayy, he's not official, that's points deducted, go pop your pistol
Bitch think we layin' up, fuckin' for free, she smokin' crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin' before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies and now I'm gettin' little
Face shots the only thing you catch around this way
Fuck cuz, if he was here, I would've said it to his face
Puttin' belt, my double engine, spankin' ass and takin' names
Do my duggy, new fully thing, it pack a punch like Roman Reigns
I can't tolerate no bitch that run her mouth, here goes the boot
Bump it out, just me and you and made the softest nigga lose
Since a kid, they used to said that Miesha son was missin' screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry, bae, but you can't see her gettin' used
I can't stand niggas, runnin' out the lips like he just that
Can't forget the biggest nigga from y'all's section is a rat
Free the jacks when they was homeless, havin' suckers runnin' laps
Back-to-back, this me and brother, bitch, I'm Kobe and he Shaq
On the G's, I can't stand niggas, I feel like lil' Quack
He spoke on Pops, I popped cuz, I'm with the double backs
We been puttin' belt 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
Got popped, he could've left it in the streets but he still snitched
Put .62s on a nigga, how that feel, bitch?
Ayy, shut the fuck up, you ain't no grave digger
Can't get this type of rank I got until you spank niggas
It's throw some game in the square, she still gon' pay pimpin'
Lil' bro gon' pick me up to slide 'cause I face niggas, G's, nigga
I'm EBK, I don't associate with 3 niggas
Hit a nigga with the fully switch, don't know how he livin'
You want respect from the G's? Go catch a B, nigga
Bumpin' twin, we gon' bump it out, can't wait to meet niggas
Could tell that cuh ain't never stood over no nigga, he do drive-by's
Will never catch me tryna sell no fully 'cause I like mines
You know you really shot the fuck out him, you hit him more than five times
Caught a sucker loafin', he went night-night
Ayy, ayy, can't throw no smutt up on my name 'cause I done got a nigga grabbed
Everything was fun and games 'til we left faces in the grass
Rapper dude from way out South, it ain't no doubt that he's a lash
Don't think I'm hidin' out, still in the field, just duck and crash
Ayy, in this life, we live, it's either eat or you gon' starve
Free Traskie, probably spanked your older brother on that yard
Dark tints up on that bitch, they look suspicious, flip the car
Noodle legs, he tried to bleep the scene, but buddy won't get far
Dribble god, I'm somethin' like Bone Collector in his prime
The reason why y'all mamas didn't let y'all come outside
Stepped out the crib at Louis, goofies gettin' fly to die (yeah)
Had to go up souter head, this stupid bitch just blew my eye (ayy)
Ayy, he's not official, that's points deducted, go pop your pistol
Bitch think we layin' up, fuckin' for free, she smokin' crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin' before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies and now I'm gettin' little
Face shots the only thing you catch around this way
Fuck cuz, if he was here, I would've said it to his face
Puttin' belt, my double engine, spankin' ass and takin' names
Do my duggy, new fully thing, it pack a punch like Roman Reigns
I can't tolerate no bitch that run her mouth, here goes the boot
Bump it out, just me and you and made the softest nigga lose
Since a kid, they used to said that Miesha son was missin' screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry, bae, but you can't see her gettin' used
Yeah, yeah
But you can't see her gettin' used, baby
Yeah, say, can y'all hear me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy