Drugs After A Week
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I got a extended mag, on the G - Lock, when I'm in a TrackHawk, I'm keepin' it tuck
Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to fuck three
Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these fuck niggas sit
I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these fuck niggas cheese watch, like they mufucken rats
I can't fuck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
I can't fuck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might fucking fly
A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep fucking them up, but I keep them alive
They keep bringing me down, but I fucken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I fucken arrive
V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my mufucken cell at?
We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to fuck three
Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these fuck niggas sit
I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these fuck niggas cheese watch, like they mufucken rats
I can't fuck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
I can't fuck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might fucking fly
A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep fucking them up, but I keep them alive
They keep bringing me down, but I fucken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I fucken arrive
V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my mufucken cell at?
We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.26] I got a extended mag, on the G - Lock, when I'm in a TrackHawk, I'm keepin' it tuck
[00:04.69] Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
[00:06.56] I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
[00:10.29] Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to fuck three
[00:13.87] Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
[00:17.56] It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
[00:21.38] I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
[00:24.94] At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
[00:28.62] Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
[00:32.32] Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these fuck niggas sit
[00:36.18] I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these fuck niggas cheese watch, like they mufucken rats
[00:39.77] I can't fuck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
[00:43.44] I can't fuck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
[00:47.16] In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might fucking fly
[00:50.95] A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep fucking them up, but I keep them alive
[00:54.44] They keep bringing me down, but I fucken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I fucken arrive
[00:58.40] V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my mufucken cell at?
[01:02.26] We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
[01:06.21] Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
[01:09.97] Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
[01:13.63] We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
[01:17.28] We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
[01:21.01] Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
[01:25.64] Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
[01:29.52]
[00:04.69] Mahn, they talk 'bout lil' bro, but he ain't gettin' touched (Nah Jack)
[00:06.56] I was countin' my racks, I got a paper cut, I been shippin' out packs no one gettin' a cut
[00:10.29] Half a mill', on Van Cleef & I only got three, two bitches ain't enough, so I had to fuck three
[00:13.87] Only time you gon' get your bitch, is when I'm done, mahn, I fly outta state for fun, cause I got funds
[00:17.56] It's Balenci' in Fashion Week, on me & twin, livin' life havin' fun, mahn it's just me & twin
[00:21.38] I just keep goin' up, mahn, my name on display, we gon' get your ass killed, if you think we gon' play
[00:24.94] At the top of the top, like my name EBK, in the trap, with my whites, I'm in the KKK
[00:28.62] Mahn, I keep my G - Lock, with my 15 AR, mahn, that nigga ain't ten toes, that nigga still far
[00:32.32] Mahn, I ain't even start, so I can never quit, every time that I drop, make these fuck niggas sit
[00:36.18] I got pockets that are fat, so I Goyard the bag, these fuck niggas cheese watch, like they mufucken rats
[00:39.77] I can't fuck on that hoe, told that bitch give me neck, that boy flex a AP, but it ain't a Patek
[00:43.44] I can't fuck, with these bitches, they lie all the time, no bitches no niggas, got rack on my mind
[00:47.16] In a GLE coupe, with a sports plus drive, I'm pushing 320, I might fucking fly
[00:50.95] A friend of an opp, is an opp, yeah I'm right, I keep fucking them up, but I keep them alive
[00:54.44] They keep bringing me down, but I fucken survive, they gon' give me a crown, when I fucken arrive
[00:58.40] V12 Panamera, Pourin' out red act, Can't talk to cops, Where my mufucken cell at?
[01:02.26] We had the fire in the club, this a big star status, chasin' money everyday, feel like practice
[01:06.21] Got that bitch, breakin' her neck, when we step in, free vsop when, Yung Bbaby check in
[01:09.97] Private location, you can't even get in, bitch, I let out way more shots, then I let in
[01:13.63] We got, so rich & we didn't sign, no label, real money talks, at the family table
[01:17.28] We can't even talk, if the paper ain't stable, pour up red act, in my cup this ain't maple
[01:21.01] Cry me a river, bitch I take purple stilpane, to my liver, had to stay focus, this shit getting realer
[01:25.64] Everyday sippin' on red act baby, you know you mine, when you read that baby
[01:29.52]