Aftermath

[Intro]
(Sparky made it slap)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
That lil' band that you flexing in your pic, nigga (In your pic, nigga)
I just spent that on some shoes and a fit, nigga (That's new drip, nigga)
Call him a gangster but he snitched, how is this, nigga? (Ayy, how is this, nigga?)
I can't understand that type of shit, it don't make sense, nigga (Ayy, what the fuck?)
We don't [?] over here so hop the fence, nigga
You on that side, then stay there, you better pick, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, Hari B, roll that dope, let's get lit, nigga (Ayy, let's get lit, nigga)
I never seen you in the hood, you don't exist, nigga (You don't exist, nigga)
I'm on Belair, Montclair, or the 6 with it (Or the 6 with it)
Say I'm small but this pole'll drop a big nigga
Ayy, ayy, I'm somеwhere posted with thе bébés (We in the hood with it)
If niggas wanna take it far, then let the Drac' spray
[?] spinning through your car like a Beyblade
[?] (So don't you try)
Drum attached, fully switch on the hand thing
That ain't enough, I need more like my last name (Ayy)
Started off with nothing, had to hit the road then the bag came (Bitch)
Fuck a beef, leave it in the streets, that way
But if it's that, on Lay name, let the MAC spray
But if it's that, on Lay name, let the MAC spray

[Verse 2: EBK Trey B]
You gotta hit that road to get your bag up (Get that bag up)
I got a chopper, when it shoot it make me back up (Make me back up)
Damn, blood, don't act hard, you ain't that tough (You ain't hard, nigga)
Bitch, we smoking dead niggas, we can't match blunts (You can't match this)
EBK HotBoii but I'm a cool nigga
Slid on the suckers, my first shot hit like two niggas (Like two niggas)
I'm off some Tech, some D'USSÉ and like two jiggas (I'm off two of that)
Your bro snitched, that's what you get, you should've knew niggas (You should've knew, nigga)
Who, nigga? Hell nah, we ain't bool, nigga
[?] don't be surprised if I shoot niggas
Still tripping over old shit, ain't no truce, nigga
Dirty Drac' tryna customize your Trues, nigga (Lil' nigga)
You a dork, you seen a sucker and you ran off (Dork)
Damn, you let 'em take your pole, you that soft? (You a nerd)
A nigga try to take my shit, this Drakey crack jaw
Before I touch a broke bitch, I'ma jack off (Nigga)

[Verse 3: EBK Hari B]
Sipping on this yellow like I'm NoCap (Nigga, no cap)
That ain't your gun, why you flexing with your bro strap? (That ain't your pole)
I was broke back then, I can't go back (I can't go back)
But that Rollie, give it up or get your soul snatched
Ayy, ayy, pull up to his house like the DoorDash
A nigga tried to get a job, I got bored fast (I got bored)
I can get it out the road or this whore ass (Out the bitch)
Ayy, ayy, a nigga slap at me, I'ma send him back (I'ma send him)
Forty clap, make you go up and down, call it jumping jacks
Juvie Ju just rolled a 'Wood, I tell him spark the thrax (Roll the pack)
We be sliding through your hood like, "Where these niggas at?" (Where these niggas at?)
If I can't get in through the front, I'm sneaking through the back