More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Released on: 2026-01-16
Lyrics and translation
Original
Can't get caught up in my feelings, baby.
They wanna kill me, wanna rob me, I just know they hate me. Four poles in the low, we just roll with safety. Take a pic.
They staring in the club, got me clutching on my stick.
Nigga throw some ones, turn it up around this bitch. You ain't the only one eating, talking like I'm Ish.
Paid in full, pocket full of blues, Rip Mitt.
Come try to run a play, it's gon' be a pick six. Foreign whip rolling, every car good tint.
Throw up girl, I can't lie, she suck good.
Cleaning out the loads, this bitch done left her lipstick.
We don't talk to five-o, I thought you knew we stitch lip.
Gangsta slash rockstar, watch me kick flip. Don't catch me with them niggas 'cause they on some bitch shit.
Oops, there he go, caught him on my hit list.
Pull up, pop the door, brodie, I'ma need this. One, never let a sucker pass and you got your gun.
Two, dog told me that he killing shit for fun. Three, any nigga in my way getting done.
Now four, we gon' probably pull up with a hundred guns.
Got jump out gang with me, so niggas better run. They never in the streets, they just love using they thumbs.
Happy birthday, niggas, fuck it, they my sons. She see it in me, mama told me I need love.
Piru, don't address me as no blood. Water leaking off my neck, grab a tug.
EBK, don't get your ass put above.