Unknown Artist
Yo EK
[Verse 1, Kyle Richh]: GRAA
Fuck everbody, its everyone shot
Spin through, not tryna box
Damn, Yo, Ek, Get off my dick
Like how you dissin the gang, you popped
See me, up that chop
One false move, better duck that shot
Fuck everybody yall n***as is fools
D-Don't regret all the shots that I threw
Can't creep, Thought I ain't peep
Like, I'm in the side with the hats
Red dot, all he see was the flash
Beam on his back, running like flash
What? He don't put on for the set
He not a 'ooter, he cap on the 'net
Like how I stop [?]
Hе try to throw, put a hole in his chest
Im smacked, Opps in thе sky
Gun jam up, he get beat with the knock
Like don't lack cause shit get ugly
N***a Cdot got rich off Uppie
Down on my body she feenin' to fuck me (Damn)
I cannot fuck on a brokie
Me and Fredo got booked for the poley
Ten toes down, know bro gon hold me
Why do yall n***as keep suckin my dick
Jay got the whip, bro got the grip
Two tact, like Sheik in the whip
Pass it to Johnny, he ootin like smith (Damn)
If he run better dip, don't trip
Most of y'all n***as is choclate chips (Damn)
Got a G23 and a switch
Free O3 he a G1 Snitch (Damn)
(Poppa Jiggy get a fucking coat you look like a fucking cartoon character.)

[Verse 2, YP]: When I spin, I click
I promise yall n***as on shit
M-Move too tact, 2 knocks in the whip
Call up on Perkie, he letting it blitz
Like what, Like Bitch?
Click it, dump it
You cap on the net, dummy boy you was runnin
Latsi got run up, got hit in his muffin
Won't go out like Juju, he got lined by his cousin
N***as is talk, they on nothin
U-Up it, dump it, serve reprecussions
Got lined by a bitch, I can't go out like that
L-Lil Pretzel, a dummy got lined by a rat
Like what, Like bitch
I'm uppin the 5th, I can't talk on the gang
Nah, Im pleading the 5th
When Im up in the 6th, I wil never miss
Big ass gun that shit got kick
When I call up on Energy
He sendin the addy

[Verse 3, Tata]: GRAA GRAA
Ayo KR, Lets go spin through the opposition
Cause these n***as keep sayin my name
WTF? yall n***as is lame
Ek, you a bitch, don't say my name
They know I be chillin, now they got me mad
How you talkin and you doin bad?
And when the opps on defense, they lack
Oh he 41k? We make him meet his dad
25/7 no Chase