[Intro: Bris]
Ayy
Bris
(SparkyMadeItSlap)
Free Rich
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bris]
Do a drill with that pole, throw it in the ocean (Throw it in the ocean)
Lil' dough on E14, he take hoes to Oakland (He take hoes to Oakland)
I'm geekin' off this Perc', yeah, I go ferocious (Way too turnt)
Wasn't no pack up in that trap, so I sold him lotion

[Verse 2: EBK Young Joc]
21, EBK HotBoii, 12-7 (Hot)
I can't fuck with n***as, they iffy and they be tellin' (Shh)
KD hit for P's, I hit the plug, he told me mail it (He told me mail it)
You can charge him whatever, he gon' cop it and still sell it (And still sell it)

[Verse 3: Bris]
Ayy, Joc, what it look like? (What it look like?)
I got auntie in the kitchen 'cause she cook right (She cook right)
Lil' bitch slide Visas, so she book flights (She slidin')
I was gamblin' with my life whеn I shook dice (When I shook dice)

[Verse 4: EBK Young Joc]
Uh, lil' bitch, you actin' dumb now?
I ain't fightin' shit, who told you I'm gon' put my gun down? (Hеy, what the fuck?)
I know a bitch who strip, hold boots, and do run-outs
OG can't tell me shit, my brother Bris just knocked his son out (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
[Verse 5: Bris]
Yeah, that mini knocked him down, you wanna fade with who? (Wanna fade with who?)
I hate them dumb-ass n***as that wanna taste the juice (He wanna taste the juice)
Banana clips on all my guns because I bang the Fruit (Yeah, it's Fruitridge)
Let it blow on rap n***as like I play the flute (Bah-bah-baow)

[Verse 6: EBK Young Joc]
Ayy, this is not a race (This is not a race)
I got lil' baby shakin' ass in her lingerie (Oh, oh, oh)
Sparky on the beat, he made this slap like he Dr. J (Ayy)
Flock fifty out this gleek, watch him drop and shake (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

[Verse 7: Bris]
We on a fire drill, ayy, stop, drop, and roll (Stop, drop, and roll)
Last time I dropped this lo', the n***a dropped his pole (N***a dropped his pole)
I swear me and Joc been rockin' since like rock and roll (Huh, like rock and roll)
When I walk out, all the bitches ask, "Where'd papa go?" (Where'd papa go?)
Ayy, been big dogs since baby pit bulls (Bloods)
Yeah, I left my clip drew, you left your clip full (Where your slugs?)
And I gotta leave it empty, that's a Ridge rule (Lil' mama)
Shells droppin' out the tool, I used to ditch school (We was ditchin')

[Verse 8: EBK Young Joc]
It's so many of us shootin', brodie dropped the Drac'
If he try to run, chase him down, we gon' hop the gate (We on his ass)
We don't call crystal glass rocks, we call it Frosted Flakes (Call it Frosted Flakes)
Calm your ass down, don't get popped trippin' off the drank (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Woo, shit, I'm finna damn near fall (I'm finna damn near fall)
We on the court, ain't no passin', I'ma hog the ball (I ain't passin' shit)
Pull up, not raindrops, we drop waterfalls (Brr)
When we see a crowd, I'm gon' clear it and shh all of y'all (Shh)
[Verse 9: Bris]
Snitch n***as, where they do that at? (Where they do that at?)
In the trap with U-Haul the way I move that pack (Move that pack)
She like, "Damn, Bris, you damn near blew my back" (Damn near blew my back)
N***as fuckin' with the suckers, I ain't bool with that (I ain't bool with that)
I'm like who is that? He look like Charlamagne (Charlamagne)
Left him with a bald fade and I hardly aimed (I hardly aimed)
If I ever take a loss, I'ma charge the game (I'ma charge the game)
If you ever see a n***a blinkin', better spark the thing (Better spark it)
You hear that fft-fft, that's a thing starter (That's a thing starter)
Shane out and free Zay, that's our main brother (That's my main brother)
Banana clip, mad face, got the gang sharper (Got the gang hot)
Pass lil' bro the Gucci belt 'cause he gon' spank somethin' (He gon' spank opps)

[Verse 10: EBK Young Joc]
I'm from Belair, not the 7, bitch, 6 stir pots (Ah)
Somebody grab a pop, I'm finna drop, I got a six of Wock' (To the store)
Slap the fully switch and get to ah-ah, boy, this ain't no chop (Brrt)
Spin a n***a block, if I do, somebody gettin' dropped (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Speakin' on the gang, you know we bouncin' out on any block
Told me keep it goin', I'm on fire, got the city hot (Hot, hot)
That n***a actin' like the plug, but he really not (Hey, what the fuck?)
Watch your tone, don't get slapped, lil' silly thot (Lil' silly thot)
We blow 40s, we blow nickels, and ten milli' Glocks (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Got attachments on this glick, can't you see the dot? (Ayy)
I just bought the ching-ching, lil' ling a thot (Ayy)
I drink lean, not no liquor, but we servin' shots (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
[Outro]
(SparkyMadeItSlap)