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Troublesome 21 Lyrics by EBK Jaaybo

2019

EBK Jaaybo:
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Nigga
Gang shit bitch
Real marley in the booth
Jaaybo in this motherfucker
Real EBK Hotboiiz, nigga
RIP Rari, nigga
RIP Casino, nigga
Free the guys
[Verse 1]
I’m troublesome, dope smoke take the pain away
Cooks out the backwood make me fade away
Woke up hella mad, who gon get hit with this K today
Niggas keep testing my gangster, who I’m gone take today
Flexing for the media that’s gonna get you last (get you last)
Sucka niggas want funk, but they ain’t got no cash
I was skipping school, for the bitches getting up some in class
Fuck that, I brought my grades up now I’m to the bag (I'm to the bag)
I lost some niggas to these streets, and I can’t get them back (RIP Rari)
But it’s cool, bеcause this suckers gon’ be whеre they at (Sucka K)
Raw meat, nigga that’s the shit that make me laugh
That’s on my pops, I’d sit a nigga on his ass
Bitches be broke, with attitude so I never cuff
Big banc uchies, or buckaroonies bitch I need my bucks (Right now)
If I go broke, ima make a nigga give it up (Give it up)
Lost a couple of soldiers everyday, I feel like giving up (RIP Rari)
Momma crying, she don’t want the streets to take her baby
I lost my pops and my uncle, I think I’m going crazy
I hit a demon, so I’m praying that the lord save me (On god)
Stressing hard, me and Juvie Smoking on the daily (Shoutout to em)
But that ain’t working, so I think somebody gotta die
Bipping whips and hitting licks, to get my pockets right
If I get caught in the act, ima do the time
Or do the dash like Leek did, and be hard to find
Been to the net since my bloodline start acting fake (Acting fake)
Screaming free my bros, until they crack them gates (Free my niggas)
My bitch tryna argue, so she gon’ get her place
Fuck the niggas that want funk, ima also SuckaK
EBK Hotboiiz, I’m Jaaybo with the stick
I pumped air in niggas hearts, I’m Jaaybo the Grinch
I don’t have a 9 to 5 I get it out a bitch
So don’t hit my DM’s if you can't make me rich nigga (Make me rich hoe)
You feel me niggas, we really in this motherfucker you feel me
? shit nigga, EBK HotBoiiz nigga
You feel me nigga, Rip Rari nigga, RIP Casino, free the guys man you feel me
Whole lotta gang shit
Gang, Gang
Nigga
EBK HotBoiiz Nigga, You know I’m sizzling nigga, you know I’m popping nigga
Like ?
Ebk Osama
[Verse 2]
Bitch my niggas on that shit still, this
Jackie Chan from Japan I feel like kill bill
I'm a mechanic, handy man you with that big steel
My niggas soul searching, knock your shorty off that big wheel
You see that big body foreign with them big wheels
Gorillas with bananas clips and their legs, shit peeled (Ape shit)
All that internet thugging, getting shit killed
I’m mobbalay crazy, that’s on my baby shit can get real (That's on Lay)
Remember all them cold nights, doin real drills
Remember all them long nights in that prison cell
Remember an investigation, niggas getting killed
Long story short, or lil nigga we can take it there
On Gang, Lil Hari B snuck that thing in there
Bitch we ain’t coming to no show unless the drac' in there
Lil bentley(?) on my faygo it’s an 8 ?
No bitch you cannot hit my wood because it’s an 8 ?
I have my niggas on your neck, don’t play no games in here
My clan member clutch, lil nigga you can’t hang in here
No catching fades in here, we'll buss a nigga brains here
My mind speak snatch she could better take the chain in here
EBK Hotboiiz, you better keep your family
Young niggas made it, they’ll sit a nigga his ass
Blitz for that brown paper bag, nigga It’s your last (Grunt)
Knock a nigga out his Nike sneakers with this street sweeper
Better mind your business, before a nigga meet the reaper
I’m riding round like Stanley Steemer with a street cleaner
40 with a wiener, I just parked the nigga in a beamer
Bitch my niggas on that hot shit, we latch and rob shit
Lil nigga you ain’t rob shit
Lying about a hit, who the fuck you niggas dough kick
We kicking doughs in, who the fuck you niggas dough kick
Dying bout a hit, nigga you ain’t kick no dough nigga
Hotboiiz nigga
Nigga, we do walk ups, and walk downs
On god
Mobbalay crazy nigga
Mobbalay brazy
RRari world, Kasino world
You know Nightganistan, Glock!
All that shit
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