Wack Something

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Four cars deep, bending blocks, tryna whack something (Bending corners)
Nigga, I ain't getting in that whip 'less the straps coming (Ayy, what the fuck?)
I could give a fuck if it was blood, I'll whack cousin (Man)
In the kitchen cooking— shh, got the— ah jumpin'
Cuddy cuttin' up all through traffic, hope he bapped nothin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't even flipped nothin' out that pack, what you get back from 'em? (What the fuck?)
Psh, please let me know
Never in my life been the type that'll stress a ho (Hell nah)
Blicky on me, I'll punch your ass, but we ain't wrestling though (You know it's on)
My fiend told me he ain't tryna buy it, but he'll test thе dope
Whew, this nigga psyched out (Ayy)
Hit a nigga block broad day, it's a wipе out (Ah-ah-ah)
When we post in the 'jects, bro on the roof, it's a snipe out (Ayy)
The blickies that we totin' knocking power and lights out (Big shit, damn)
I'm just sayin', it could get icky (You already know)
Bitch, when we fucking, watch your lips, I don't do hickies (Ayy)
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky (I keep it on me)
I even take a shit with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro coming off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink (Ah-ah-ah)
Them niggas at the store goofy as fuck, what did they think? (Ayy, what the fuck?)
My bitch rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat (Uh)
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Yeah, it's my turny-urn
Bitch couldn't even get my dick hard, I pulled out, earthy worm
Bitch like, "When you seein' me again?" I'm like, "The thirty-third"
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a bitch for mouthing my shit wrong, bitch, learn the words
I'll curve a thousand bitches, but won't curve them birds
And RIP my nigga Tre, we getting turnt for Durk
She like, "How you fucking me this long?" I'm off a Perky-erk
How the fuck you niggas killers? Y'all ain't dropped shit
Better yet, not even that, who you shot, bitch?
I'll pull up on that bitch you love, get my cock licked
Pulling overs up in court, bitch, these priors, bitch
He don't want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
You suckers got a lot of balls, but do you got a roll?
Ain't gon' be sitting on no toilet when I drop a load
When I'm shitting on you niggas, I could drop it though
Thinking you gon' take from me, boy, what you sniffing on?
Your bitch gon' always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
Bitch, I'm a king, I'm not no pawn, I told her kiss the throne
Please direct me to your ho just so I could shit up on her
I thought you would never lack, boy, what you slipping for?
I'm authentic with this shit, all original
Bitch, I'm DaBoii, I'm a billy goat
I'll never leave the heat like it was getting cold
Whew, ah, what's the deal?
Everybody got a pole and every clip around me filled
Bitch, I keep plastic, still'll rock with the steel
You gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
Boy thought that I was Cosby, I keep lots of the bills
Rapping like you got on cleats, you was not in the field
Mama always told me have no thots in the crib
But she never ever told me keep no Glock in that bitch
Why your Fanta turning green? Pour some Wock' in that bitch
And you got her tatted on you, but my cock in that bitch
Ears hanging off my head from the rocks in that bitch
This rap shit, yeah, I got this shit on lock, I'm a smith
I don't want Beni's today, give me that Ruthy shit
My bro'll up on anybody, don't care who he is
Get to dancing in the pussy on my groovy shit
You don't like who I be 'round, you niggas shoot me then, bitch