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Versuri Yus Gz – EBS Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Yus Gz]
Grrah, grrah
Like, brodie gon’ flick, he tryna—
Grrah, grrah, like
Bow, bow

[Verse 1: Yus Gz]
New-New Loc bussin’
Bend through the Mitch, we lookin’ for a cuzzin’
They see the black tint, they be duckin’
Like-like, on they block, we done had niggas runnin’ (Ah, ah)
Like, he was loafin’, I popped out, he ain’t know I was throwin’
The gun keep blowin’, I keep throwin’
Bet, oh, he think he crazy then show ‘em’
Like, ah, 4-48, Nazzy dead, bro’s on his face
Ldot, Ratty, like, let’s play
Like, oh, they DOA? Get out the way (Ah)
Like, they tryna bluff it, like, he okay?
Bet, that’s how Noah got stomped on his face
New opp dead, we still smoke Blay
Bet, if he run, throw the beam on his face

[Verse 2: Jah EBK]
Like, come here, he pickin’ up pace
Like, when I up G, throw the beam on his face
Like, like, oh, he think I’m laced?
Like, watch this .38, it don’t leave no trace
Oh, wait, I think I see Ray
Like Dead-Deady, 116K
Hol’ on, wait, like he tryna play
Bet, with this 40, gon’ sing Ella Mai

[Verse 3: Scottie2Hottie & Milly Move Left]
Like, like what?
Get out the way, when I boom, better duck
Talkin’ on bro, bet, it’s up
Jdotty2Hottie gon’ pop out the cut
We smoke CHII, Nazzy punch
Get out the way, I know brodie gon’ dump
Ba-Back out gang, if he reach for his gun
Big 48, he ain’t seen niggas come (Ahh)

[Verse 4: Milly Move Left & Jdotty]
Why he movin’ funny? Why he movin’ strange?
Don’t go out like Dotty, this shit ain’t a game
Notti, Bobby, you can see it on the frame (Notti)
Scottie2Hottie up it and let it frame
O-On bro, its so many opps I can name
Mel, Edotty was sick in the brain
Like, fuck Tidda, he died in his—, shh
Like, we smoke Notti, Coby, pain
Pa-Pablo got hit, should’ve stayed in his lane (Pablo)
48 banging if he yell „E4Caine”
Why the Sooks on dick? They keep on sayin’ my name
Like Tidda and Ratty ain’t go on a chain
W-We-We lost bro, we tryna let it bang
Walk up, gang up, boomin’ from a range
Full court pass, I’m tryna make a—
Like, full court pass, I’m tryna make a strain (Ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 5: Jdotty & Yus Gz]
At the V, throw 5, I throw double (Like, ah)
Like, like, I’ma flame ‘em
Like, Zelly got clapped up, niggas laced ‘em (Zelly, Zelly)
When I bend through the back blocks, like, br-bro-broad day (Bow, bow)
Like, I’m tryna see where they be
One got flicked in his bean, like, OMB pack
Word to bro, I wanna know what you did to my— (Bow, bow)
You ain’t killin’ my side, then that dumb shit cap (Ah, ah)
Like, I’m tryna put two hands on my gun
When we bend through both, ain’t no way he gon’—
If he run up, he dumb, we dump
Like, on the Mitch, tryna flick it for fun
Like, an-and why niggas dead with no gun?
I’ve been feenin’ to flick, tryna throw me a ton
Broad day, we done up, made niggas runO-OYK, Notti, punchin’ my lung (Notti)

[Verse 6: Pop Thotie & EBS Benny]
Like, better pick up a G and go slide
Like, we tryna flick on they side
Like, Nazzy, Bobby, dead in the sky
Like, Zelly got hit in his chest and he dropped
If he jackin’ 150, I’ve been tryna flock
Like, get out the way when I blitz, you get dropped
I’m with AB Da Jet, tryna blitz on a Wokk
Like, first one we see, he get knocked out his top (Ah)

[Verse 7: EBS Benny]
Like, bitch, I got .40’s and Berettas
If he spin through the side, I won’t let ‘em
Like, bullets gon’ rip through his temple
[?] just watch how I get ‘em
Like, bitch, I’ma up it and flick
H-How they duckin’? Niggas runnin’ Rick
Cre-Creep up, I’m tryna walk through the Mitch
If they ain’t outside, we spinning through the 6ix
Like, bitch, I’ma up it and throw
Notti, Notti dead, like, where was his pole?
Mel, Mel’s dead, suicide notes
Like, he should’ve backed out his—
Like, he should’ve backed out his pole
See his face, then he fold
I get to boomin’, get low
We gon’ blitz DOA’s, like, where they gon go?

[Verse 8: Blaccanese]
Bitch, is you fuckin’ or not? (Like, what?)
If not, get the fuck out the spot
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her pops
Gotta keep goin’, I know we gon’ pop
Slidin’ through, two deep, me and my pole
Tryna make a nigga meet Allah
EBS, everybody shot
Talkin’ on the bros, better keep a knock
Sh-She wanna fuck ‘cause I’m lit
Sh-She say „Yahdy, you him”
One hand on her waist, one hand on her tits
She throw it back, watch me click
Push up on who? I’ma flick
Every [?] you see, I’m sellin’ on that shit
Yeah, I’m a Loc, I don’t care if you Crip
If it’s up then it’s stuck, I’m takin’ that trip

[Verse 9: OJ Pz]
Th-they keep saying Lotti, what happened to Bobby? (Bobby)
If he loafin’, toast him in that lobby
Free Zig, we was smokin’ on Nazzy (Nazzy)
When he free, I’ma roll up the Notti (Notti)
DooWop got hit, ain’t recover
Catch DD, get sent to his brother
If he spinnin’ on feet, he gon’ leave on a—
He spinnin’ on feet, he gon’ leave on a stretcher
48 ‘em, he thought I was Rollin’
We beefin’ forever, this shit never over
Tryna press up, bro back of the toaster
These bullets is heavy, it hit like a boulder
When I’m with Blacc, I be tryna geek
He jack DOA, we knock em’ off his feet
Lil Tjay got punched, he wasn’t tryna—
Lil Tjay got punched, he wasn’t tryna tweak

[Verse 10: AB Da Jet]
Bullets beat ‘em he make ‘em geek (Bow, bow)
Them niggas really don’t tweak
He runnin’ fast, he ran out his feet
He ran out of gas, we left em’ on E
Like, oh, they playin’ Hide and Go Seek?
Ain’t no Duck Duck Goose, bitch, I’m throwin’ at a OMB
Wasca, Charlie was flicked in a V
Be-Better duck when you run into me (Bow)