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Like EBK, EBK, glaa Niggas still shot clock, shot clock glaa Brrt the, look Jarvis Wooo (Woooo) I got the GLA switching lanes, like Woooo, G Bando Jordan They know who really pulling up, like It's not just the music I keep a chop, I never bluff, like Don't make me use it I got a hitter for the clutch, like Don't make me abuse him Came from the playground, now we spray rounds, call up Nate Hound just to boom him Kha Struct' gon' blick that nigga When I'm up in traffic, two or three ratchets, how can I miss that nigga? You got shot in your six pack, nigga And they makin' diss tracks, uh Could've sworn he got grazed in his head, like Should've been dead And your mans got shot in his ass, like I guess he wasn't running fast, like And I used to whoop that nigga Letras de cancionesI got the GLA switching lanes Couple bands on the pinkie ring Me and them niggas really not the same Me and niggas really not the— Kha Struct' gon' blick that nigga When I'm up in traffic, two or three ratchets, how can I miss that nigga? You got shot in your six pack, nigga And your mans got shot in his ass, like I guess he wasn't running fast, like And I used to whoop that nigga, like I got the GLA switching lanes Couple bands on the pinkie ring Me and them niggas really not the same Me and niggas really not the— It's that G Bando nigga, I might handle niggas, like G Bando Jordan, uh, like They know we shot clock clutch I'm drinkin' Bellaire in the booth, like Or it's the 1942s, uh They got me shmoney dance how I'm bobbin' Got a couple bands in my pocket No, I can't fold it, it can't fit in wallet Made ten bands off profit Know them structure niggas be the topic, like And we staying dangerous Look, they got me shmoney dance how I'm bobbin' Got a couple bands in my pocket No, I can't fold it, it can't fit in wallet G Bando Jordan Like From Letras Mania