EBS Cypher

[Intro: Yus Gz]
Grah, grah
Like-
(Brodie gon flick', he tryna-)
Grah grah, like
Bow bow

[Verse 1: Yus Gz]
New- new Loc' bussin'
Bend through the Mitch, we lookin' for a cousin
They see the black tint, they be duckin'
Like on they block, we done had niggas runnin' (Ahh ahh)
Like, he was loafin', I popped out, he ain't know I was throwin'
The gun keep blowin', I keep throwin'
Bet, oh, he think he crazy? Lets show 'em'
Like, ah, big 48
Nazzy dead, bros on his face
Ldot, Ratty, like, let's play
Like, Oh they DOA? Get out the way (Ahh)
Like, they tryna bluff it, like, he okay?
Bet, that's how Noah got stomped on his face
New opp dead, we still smoke Blay
Bet, if he run, throw the beam on his face

[Verse 2: Jah Ebk]
Like, come here, he picking up pace
When I up g, throw the beam on his face
Like, like, oh, he think I'm laced?
Watch this 38., don't leave no trace
Oh, wait, I think I see Ray
Like Dead-deady, 6ix team K
Hol' on, wait, like he tryna play
Bet, with this 40, gon' sing Ella Mai

[Verse 3: Scottie2Hottie]
Li-like what, get out the way when I boom, better duck
Talkin' on bro, bet, it's up
Jdotty2Hottie gon' pop out the cut
We smoke C-Hii, Nazzy, punch
Get out the way, I know brodie gon' dump
Ba-Back Out Gang, if he reach for his gun
Big 48, he ain't seen niggas come (Ahhhh)

[Verse 4: Millymoveleft]
Why he movin' funny? Why he movin' strange?
Don't go out like Dotty, this shit ain't a game
Notti, Bobby, you can see it on the frame (Notti)
Scottie2Hottie up it and let it frame
O-on bro, its so many opps I can name
Mel, Edotty was sick in the brain
Like, fuck Titta, he died in his shh
Like, we smoke Notti, Cobbie, Pain
Pa-Pablo got hit, should've stayed in his lane
48 banging if he yellin' "E4Caine"
Why the sweeps on dick? they keep on sayin' my name
Like Titta and Ratty ain't go on a chain
W-w-we lost bro, we tryna let it bang
Walk up, gang up, booming from a range
Fuck [?] I'm tryna make a-
Like, [?] I'm tryna make a strand

[Verse 5: Jdotty and Yus Gz]
At the V, throw 5, I throw double
Like like I'ma flame em'
Like Zelly got clapped up, niggas laced em'
When I bend through the [?]
Like, I'm tryna see where they be
One got flicked in his bean [?]
Word to bro, I wanna know what you did to my-
You ain't killin' my side, then that dumb shit cap
Like I'm tryna two hands on my gun
When we bend through both, ain't no way he gon'—
If he run up, he dumb, we dump
Like, on the Mitch tryna flick it for fun
Like an-and why niggas dead with no gun?
I've been feenin' to flick, tryna throw me a ton
Broad day, we done up, made niggas run
O-OYK, Notti, punchin' my lung (Notti)

[Verse 6: Pop Thotie]
Better pick up a G and go slide
Like, we tryna flick on they side
Like, Nazzy, Bobby, dead in the sky
Like Zelly got hit in his chest and he dropped
If he jackin' 150, I've been tryna flock
Like get out the way when I blitz, you get dropped
I'm with AB Da Jet, tryna blitz on a wop
Like, first one we see, he get knocked out his top

[Verse 7: EBS Benny]
Like, bitch, I got 40s and Berettas
If he spin through the side, I won't let em'
Like, bullets gon' rip through his temple
[?] just watch how I get em'
Like, bitch, I'ma up it and flick
H-how they duckin'? Niggas runnin' Rick
Cre-creep up, I'm tryna walk through the Mitch
If they ain't outside, we spinning through the 6ixx
Like, bitch I'ma up it and throw
Notti, Notti dead, like, where was his pole?
Mel, Mel's dead, suicide notes
Like, he should've backed out his—
Like, he should've backed out his pole
See his face, then he fold
I get to boomin', get low
We gon' blitz DOAs like where they gon go?

[Verse 8: Blaccanese]
Bitch, is you fuckin' or not? (like what)
If not, get the fuck out the spot
She call me daddy, but I ain't her pops
Dotty keep going, I know we gon' pop
Sliding through two deep me and my pole
Tryna make a nigga meet Allah
EBS, Everybody Shot
Talkin' on the bros, better keep a knock
Sh-she wanna fuck cause I'm lit
Sh-she say "Yahdy you him"
One hand on her waist, one hand on her tits
She throw it back, watch me click
Push up on who? I'ma flick
Every [?] you see, I'm selling on that shit
Yeah I'm a loc, I don't care if you crip
If its up and it's stuck, I'm takin' that trip

[Verse 9: OJ Pz]
Th-they keep saying Lotti
What happened to Bobby? (Bobby)
If he loafing, toast him in that lobby
Free Zig we was smokin' on Nazzy (Nazzy)
When he free, I'ma roll up the Notti (Notti)
Doowop got hit, ain't recover
Catch DD, get sent to his brother
If he spinnin' on feet he gon' leave on a—
He spinnin' on feet he gon' leave on a stretcher
48, I thought it was rollin'
We beefin' forever, this shit never over
Tryna [?] back of the toaster
These bullets is heavy, it hit like a boulder
When Im with Black, I be tryna geek
He jack DOA, we knock em' off his feet
Lil Tjay got punched he wasn't tryna-
Lil Tjay got punched he wasn't tryna tweak

[Verse 10: AB Da Jet]
Bullets beat em', he make 'em geek
Them niggas really don't tweak
He running fast, he ran out his feet
He ran out of gas, we left em' on E
Like "Oh, they playin' hide and go seek?"
Ain't no duck, duck, goose 'cause I'm throwin' at a OMB
Wasca, Charlie was flicked in a V
Be-better duck when you run into me