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“Vulture” EBK Jaaybo – Lyrics
If he aint got a body he aint my dawg
A body dropped then that was my call
Left it in the streets he on the sidewalk
And if a n***a got faced then it was my fault
Just wet they block up gon double back when it dry off
Baby i told you that im a killer just believe me
Poofed a n***a i can turn a street n***a to a genie
We all vultures so if i bounce out with fully its gon eat him
When bro died it cut me deeply
Might have to show you how i feel you make me cry
My brother died aint got no time to ponder on it im gon slide
Wondering if they take my life who gon take the sacrifice
I know the Gz and the Jz finna slide
Lil Rozaay taking trips he the youngest shooter
The first time i caught one i was the youngest hooper
Its all pussies on they block just a bunch of cooters
Karma a ***** so if i bump into her im gon show that hoe how i maneuver
Its whorebucks still sending *****es far
We outta state so when we riding thru the ceiling got the stars
He damaged cuz we killed his bro there aint no healing from the scars
And dont get lost inside these streets cuz your feelings gon depart
I do my killings with my heart strange way to live my life
Just went left on a n***a damn i still aint get it right
I get weird sometimes i gotta watch myself when i ride
Dont ever speak on the hats thats on your shelf just know he died
Turn into the exorcist a n***a touch me
Vj spoke on slobe then got spanked nigga fick squeeze
I feel safe when i got pole but sometimes i cant even trust me
Chase a opp down who the **** you tryna run from
Lil brother pulled that swatter out and ahh ahh cuzz slumped slumped
Im sending every hoe in my life i only loved one
The murders i done seen in these streets got me ****ed up
Famous n***a never get to big to push up thru the G
If it wasnt for this music id be dead cuz i was in it deep
The neighborhood legs you handicap you can walk thru me
My brother dead it hurt me hant speak so he gon talk thru me
Momma wipe them tears from your eyes girl we made it out
Let a n***a play with Tina Johnson house bringing Dracs out
Coulda smoked him with the bro but slid myself i took the safer route
For certain that Satan got me i did **** that i cant talk about
I cant tell you how he died hella shots to his body and his face was down
Yea my shooters bringing trophies home
Let another legend post up thats another trophy gone
Aint even worried about them songs them n***as knowing what we on
Dada make sure i keep blick my brother know that ima score
I wish bro never lost his life im gon make sure that his killa pay the price
Hurtin you can see the pain behind his eyes
Throw me the drop them n***as at i might just throw away my life
Cuz that’s how bad i wanna see these n***as fried
If he aint got a body he aint my dawg
A body dropped then that was my call
Left it in the streets he on the sidewalk
And if a n***a got faced then it was my fault
Just wet they block up gon double back when it dry off
Baby i told you that im a killer just believe me
Poofed a n***a i can turn a street n***a to a genie
We all vultures so if i bounce out with fully its gon eat him
When bro died it cut me deeply
