歌词
I'm a businessman
I'm an entrepreneur
Ah-ha, shoot
Tote a ten milli' in the rack, aim it at your Sox hat
Glock 23 juiced up, I don't gotta cock back
All on the internet actin' tough, big opp, where they block at?
Yeah, we really like that (Uh-huh)
Point my arm, let it spray
Hit his chest, hit his face
On the mob, on the lake
I used to hop out broad day (Hop out)
Summertime, I was in the backseat with
No mask, they saw my face (No mask)
They shake my hand, they slime in the
Wraith, said, "Drop me the five, I'm EBK"
I know some niggas that went rogue in 2010, they still runnin'
I took a backend from my show, bought a FN and killed somethin'
He went on live with a switch, say he
Want me dead, he flexin' his lil' button
I'm way in LA in a big-ass crib, my kids, I live like Bill Gluckman
Fuck nigga, just change the subject
If you broke, you can't even touch me (Uh-huh)
If you ain't, let's go to war 'cause I
Don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' (Uh-huh)
Except my kids and makin' Ms like what it is, I'm gettin' rusty
I keep a rod, put that on God, I'll let this bitch off on a Sunday
Niggas dissin', we don't play that, no, we get shit out the way
It's hot outside, I'm in a hideout
Grab my Glock, spin through the lake
I seen 12, went on a chase, gotta get away, can't catch a case (Nope)
Bounced out on 'em, gave 'em twenty shots, 7.62s comin' out the Drac'
I keep my micro Drac' 'cause that
Bitch, it hit hard like it's a rocket
I get bored, send 71st, spin 83rd, spin through the pocket
Had a gun, but he ain't pop it, he got shot and then he dropped it
On the 'net, he be with opps, we saw that picture, then we cropped it
Don't just rob, I'm out here spinnin', opps outside, okay, we bendin'
Black Jeep truck, lemon X6 tinted
Pushed up on 'em and hopped out blickin'
Come here, where you goin'? Can't run from switch
Got shot and he cried, nigga screamed like bitch
Niggas always die 'cause they keep on dissin'
They not gon' learn, so I keep on killin' (Bitch)
Ayy, niggas don't want beef 'cause they know they gon' die
We light shit up like the Fourth of July
Catch his ass in traffic and beat up his ride
Got shot in his legs, he got hit with a.9
If it was a.40, he wouldn't survive
Don't hang around us, we takin' your gun '
Cause your ass a bitch and you don't wanna slide
I keep some big shit on me, ask about me, opps know I'm gon' blow
I lost my brothers, then I cried
Got in them cars and upped that score
I see my opps and knock 'em down, treat they ass like dominoes
I smoke oppers out the pound, yeah, Big I be taggin' toes
You ain't heard about Big Goppa? The one that's always spinnin' blocks
Keep a switch up on his Glock, swing his doorbell out with chops
He call us, shh, knocked him out his socks
He shouldn't have lacked, got sent up top
He smokin' shit, fuck all the opps
Don't talk 'bout them, he got 'em dropped
Ayy, you know how the fuck we comin' with that
Big Ibe, G Herbo
Big Ibe, G Herbo
Big Ibe, G Herbo
Big Ibe, G Herbo
Big Ibe, G Herbo
Big Ibe, G Herbo
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