F*ck that weird hoe bitch, I just want a bag
And I'm tryna run it up, cause life move too fast
Got brothers in the pen, tellin' me love don't last
This bitch said she love me, but then she went and fagged
I'm tired of that shit, I'm just tryna find some peace
Middle finger to the haters, I'll leave y'all deceased
You can never catch me, cause I stay on the creep
And I used to stay up late, just so I can plot and scheme
Remember runnin' up them drills and hidin' bodies in the creek
Gave em all shit bags, now we call it Shit's Creek
Got money on my mind, I can never go to sleep
Can't wait till I get rich and have the whole fam feast
I'm tryna change my ways, move on to better things
But I'm married to the game, so I might just get a wedding ring
Never switchin' up, no you cannot get the best of me
Threw EBK on my name, yeah that's a nice ring
Yeah I really love the gang, but I'm never switchin' up
R.I.P. to the homies who was workin' on the bluffs
Flippin' off them rocks, just tryna make a buck
Brought it back to the trap, then we went and doubled up
Got this nosy little bitch, just tryna come and f*ck
But I gotta pass that shit, cause I never love a slut
Just a master in the making, no I'm never givin' up
Now I can't look back, cause I'm only goin' up
32 nights just workin' on these tracks
If I ain't on the block, you can catch me in the lab
Yeah I'm tired of being broke, so I give it all I have
Just tryna make it out, so I can find my own path
Yeah I got a few haters, and them f*ck niggas mad
They see I'm doin' good, so they tryna catch my ass
But I stay ten toes, and let this 40 watch my back
If these niggas get to trippin', they could really meet the Mac
I ain't taunt by no apples, send them shots through his back
Knock a lil' nigga weak, splayed it like a Kit-Kat
Break him in half like a Kit-Kat, I ain't with the riff-raff
Put the sticks up, or the deuce, cause I ain't with the chit-chat
Quit beggin' for that bitch back, bitch I been hit that
Talkin' like I am that, cause I been that
You hatin' on me, steady waitin' for your get-backs
Lil' homie better take a step back before you get smashed
I came in with the big bag, all I speak is big facts
Tell me why your bitch been with that
And we can work it out like a six-pack
Run it up, it's a quick snatch, quick grab
Let's split these six racks, in my section
Where bad bitches sit at that new car
They wonderin' who's that when I whip that
Remember back then, small checks on that 05
Used to wonder if it did pass, you can judge how I came up
Cause real shit homie, you gon' see exactly what I'm made of
Lion out the cage, I can't be tamed up
Fake friends and old bitches choosin' up
That's what this fame does, and I ain't even famous
I ain't even known, I'm still underground
And I still live at home, still cashin' checks
But myself, this ain't a loan, but two in this dome
Part his head like a comb, motherf*ckers hate us
Cause you're really in the zone, and these bitches love us
Can't leave us alone, regular motherf*cker
But I be on star shit, head on us
You become a target, so don't star shit
Out the park, we hit the farthest, motherf*cker
I'ma pass the largest, lil' bitch
EBKSoto - Schitts Creek (feat. J$oto) Lyrics
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F*ck that weird hoe bitch, I just want a bag
And I'm tryna run it up, cause life move too fast
Got brothers in the pen, tellin' me love don't last
This bitch said she love me, but then she went and fagged
I'm tired of that shit, I'm just tryna find some peace
Middle finger to the haters, I'll leave y'all deceased
You can never catch me, cause I stay on the creep
And I used to stay up late, just so I can plot and scheme
Remember runnin' up them drills and hidin' bodies in the creek
Gave em all shit bags, now we call it Shit's Creek
Got money on my mind, I can never go to sleep
Can't wait till I get rich and have the whole fam feast
I'm tryna change my ways, move on to better things
But I'm married to the game, so I might just get a wedding ring
Never switchin' up, no you cannot get the best of me
Threw EBK on my name, yeah that's a nice ring
Yeah I really love the gang, but I'm never switchin' up
R.I.P. to the homies who was workin' on the bluffs
Flippin' off them rocks, just tryna make a buck
Brought it back to the trap, then we went and doubled up
Got this nosy little bitch, just tryna come and f*ck
But I gotta pass that shit, cause I never love a slut
Just a master in the making, no I'm never givin' up
Now I can't look back, cause I'm only goin' up
32 nights just workin' on these tracks
If I ain't on the block, you can catch me in the lab
Yeah I'm tired of being broke, so I give it all I have
Just tryna make it out, so I can find my own path
Yeah I got a few haters, and them f*ck niggas mad
They see I'm doin' good, so they tryna catch my ass
But I stay ten toes, and let this 40 watch my back
If these niggas get to trippin', they could really meet the Mac
I ain't taunt by no apples, send them shots through his back
Knock a lil' nigga weak, splayed it like a Kit-Kat
Break him in half like a Kit-Kat, I ain't with the riff-raff
Put the sticks up, or the deuce, cause I ain't with the chit-chat
Quit beggin' for that bitch back, bitch I been hit that
Talkin' like I am that, cause I been that
You hatin' on me, steady waitin' for your get-backs
Lil' homie better take a step back before you get smashed
I came in with the big bag, all I speak is big facts
Tell me why your bitch been with that
And we can work it out like a six-pack
Run it up, it's a quick snatch, quick grab
Let's split these six racks, in my section
Where bad bitches sit at that new car
They wonderin' who's that when I whip that
Remember back then, small checks on that 05
Used to wonder if it did pass, you can judge how I came up
Cause real shit homie, you gon' see exactly what I'm made of
Lion out the cage, I can't be tamed up
Fake friends and old bitches choosin' up
That's what this fame does, and I ain't even famous
I ain't even known, I'm still underground
And I still live at home, still cashin' checks
But myself, this ain't a loan, but two in this dome
Part his head like a comb, motherf*ckers hate us
Cause you're really in the zone, and these bitches love us
Can't leave us alone, regular motherf*cker
But I be on star shit, head on us
You become a target, so don't star shit
Out the park, we hit the farthest, motherf*cker
I'ma pass the largest, lil' bitch
And I'm tryna run it up, cause life move too fast
Got brothers in the pen, tellin' me love don't last
This bitch said she love me, but then she went and fagged
I'm tired of that shit, I'm just tryna find some peace
Middle finger to the haters, I'll leave y'all deceased
You can never catch me, cause I stay on the creep
And I used to stay up late, just so I can plot and scheme
Remember runnin' up them drills and hidin' bodies in the creek
Gave em all shit bags, now we call it Shit's Creek
Got money on my mind, I can never go to sleep
Can't wait till I get rich and have the whole fam feast
I'm tryna change my ways, move on to better things
But I'm married to the game, so I might just get a wedding ring
Never switchin' up, no you cannot get the best of me
Threw EBK on my name, yeah that's a nice ring
Yeah I really love the gang, but I'm never switchin' up
R.I.P. to the homies who was workin' on the bluffs
Flippin' off them rocks, just tryna make a buck
Brought it back to the trap, then we went and doubled up
Got this nosy little bitch, just tryna come and f*ck
But I gotta pass that shit, cause I never love a slut
Just a master in the making, no I'm never givin' up
Now I can't look back, cause I'm only goin' up
32 nights just workin' on these tracks
If I ain't on the block, you can catch me in the lab
Yeah I'm tired of being broke, so I give it all I have
Just tryna make it out, so I can find my own path
Yeah I got a few haters, and them f*ck niggas mad
They see I'm doin' good, so they tryna catch my ass
But I stay ten toes, and let this 40 watch my back
If these niggas get to trippin', they could really meet the Mac
I ain't taunt by no apples, send them shots through his back
Knock a lil' nigga weak, splayed it like a Kit-Kat
Break him in half like a Kit-Kat, I ain't with the riff-raff
Put the sticks up, or the deuce, cause I ain't with the chit-chat
Quit beggin' for that bitch back, bitch I been hit that
Talkin' like I am that, cause I been that
You hatin' on me, steady waitin' for your get-backs
Lil' homie better take a step back before you get smashed
I came in with the big bag, all I speak is big facts
Tell me why your bitch been with that
And we can work it out like a six-pack
Run it up, it's a quick snatch, quick grab
Let's split these six racks, in my section
Where bad bitches sit at that new car
They wonderin' who's that when I whip that
Remember back then, small checks on that 05
Used to wonder if it did pass, you can judge how I came up
Cause real shit homie, you gon' see exactly what I'm made of
Lion out the cage, I can't be tamed up
Fake friends and old bitches choosin' up
That's what this fame does, and I ain't even famous
I ain't even known, I'm still underground
And I still live at home, still cashin' checks
But myself, this ain't a loan, but two in this dome
Part his head like a comb, motherf*ckers hate us
Cause you're really in the zone, and these bitches love us
Can't leave us alone, regular motherf*cker
But I be on star shit, head on us
You become a target, so don't star shit
Out the park, we hit the farthest, motherf*cker
I'ma pass the largest, lil' bitch
Writer: LuisJorge Soto
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