Out On Bail

[Intro: EBK Jaaybo, Elvis Crespo]
Algo en tu cara me facina
That's on y'all brother I'm known...
Algo en tu cara me da vida
When you niggas from the hood? A lot of niggas brother
¿Será tu sonrisa?
¿Será tu sonrisa?
Not from the hood? Niggas can't say a nigga not from the G
Niggas for surely not EBK, two-one, Js

[Verse: EBK Jaaybo]
Aye, aye, aye
Baby I get jiggy, fell in love with pink fifties and them green dubs
And you could lose your whole damn arm for throwin' threes up
I pop niggas too, ain't trippin' off that lil' mean mug
Don't instigate a fight cause I'm gon', ah
Turned the fully to a lock
Out on bail, the feds hot
Four nickle jump, I gotta aim it at his chest to hit his top
A couple killers coming home, they need free my nigga Ra
From Jordan Court to Seventh Street, they know who really bendin' blocks
Head taps, he got a glass fade, come make a dub off rappin' on a bad day
I know he cappin' in them songs, they got no bag, that nigga had to pay
Threw rubix cube on baby drac, aye lil' nigga, what's your mag game?
Fat nigga, but I still can do that dance and make my back break
You know my gang or wire taps, don't hit my phone about no bodies
The case was closed, I can't believe you told the police that we popped him
Don't say the homie name bitch, over bro I'm kamikaze
Sendin' bitches still my hobby
Walked up close before I dropped him
AMG, slap that thing in sport mode it drive faster
Keep yo gleek close when it's time to go, it might matter
This bitch know better than to raise her voice at a life snatcher
I just turned my lil' nigga to a fly exterminator
You must've loss your damn mind, you think that I ain't gettin' paper
Eliminate a opp with malice, slowly breathin' with his face up
Can't let no bitch play with my time like I'm a simp, hoe I'm a playa
Gave me the bag, I send her down in Baltimore with the Ravens
Drac thang ain't pullin' up with nothin' smaller
Say bout' the bitch? I heard the pain in his voice when he called her
I'm really present when it's funk, ain't going back and forth with blogger
I know it hurt, AH HA! Your brother died, try harder
Ain't nun' less than a spartan
Jeez, I was sendin' hits at seventeen
Free my twin, they tryna say my brother clipped a nigga wings
Loadin' up the arsenal
Jaaybo spinnin' when it's beef
He made a song 'bout Slobe, I catch the bitch, I'm kickin' in his teeth
GLE six-three, I might just grab the Porsche truck
He makin' songs like we ain't spinnin' for our bro, the score up
Don't say Slo-Be name in vain, I'm really trippin' 'bout my blood
Free B from the dub, Nightingale, Gs up
I ain't gotta act like I'on got it on me, cause I do
Just me and Maxx, we ain't on separate type of times, we tryna hoop
You think you under, nigga fuckin' with them snitches, you ain't bool
I get the lo' and spin through
On Phelps Street, just me and Tuce
The label came and drop that bag, yeah I got it goin' on
Hit up my plug in AZ, I need them Glocks for the low
If you ain't terrorize the opp, then I would not put him on
It look like fifty in the chopper, but that's not what it hold
Hunnit rounds in that bitch, it's a switchy inside
Since Play introduced him to me, I need switchies on mine
Used to need ten for the feature
Now I'm switchin' the price
And get her, issue whole time I was down, she need dick in her life
Famous nigga, but I'm still finna slide
Play with bands, I can spot a hunnit bands with one eye
Think I'm pussy? Push up on me, It's gon' be a gun fight
You fuck with suckas, then you that blood, I ain't lettin' nun' slide
Three hoes in my load, this finna be a fun ride
I got evil thoughts, was death on my sucka, then he died
At times I turn in to the reaper, still been on that type of time
My opp ain't got no legs, but walkin' shit down when he on live, two-one, Js

[Outro: EBK Jaaybo]
Free Poopy, Free Maxx, Free Leek, Free Play