EBK Jaaybo - Probably Cursed Lyrics

Yeah (yeah), yeah
(Brody, come in here)
Yeah, yeah, 2-1, Jzzz (HeyTaewon)

Ay, dickhead, get your mind right
Don't preach to me about my Perky habit, bitch, this my life (bitch, this my life)
Yeah, lil' bro tote guns from army movies he just 5' 5"
This sucker dropped the diss, we did our shit, why would I lie?
He pissed off and want to drive by, get fully's more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that nigga hopped right back on live
Like he enjoyed the spankin' (like he enjoyed the shit)
What the f*ck? Boy, you ain't got one up top?
Bro, pass the pole, you playing
If it's a opp that's worth to put in extra work
That nigga run, you chase him
Stole the bacon, snitch K, you's a pig, nigga (you's a snitch)
I'm probably cursed from all the skits that I done did, nigga
Participated in so many shootouts how I'm still living (I'm still here)
Ay, this my first time in spaceship how I park low

The shit I been through in these streets turn my heart cold
40 shells and sweep his ass like he on Narcos (yeah)
Everything cost, bitch, ain't no time getting borrowed (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, his stick shitting all red like I'm a cardinal
Hell yeah, I always dreamed one day that I would skate the 'Rari (yeah)
Said I'm a diamond so I took what they said and threw it in my Carti
Don't think the 9 gon' do enough, I bet the choppa clear the party
Brains on the pavement, body stanking, it smell like somebody farted
Yeah, days when I ain't had shit, I had blicks
And we gon' sit outside his house and park him while he backing in (park him up)
Yeah, this a slap, go tell the engineer to run this back again (ay, run it back)
You wanna function with the thugs, bring your friends, they better be all tens
Ain't my house but I ain't knock, I'm walking in (I'm walking in yo' shit)
Ain't gotta show you manners, ho, you my bitch
Ay, turn it up I like this
Yeah, yeah, her DM's sounding kind of nice, I'm sliding in (I'm sliding in)
Flat Line came back to life then died again
Surviving shots, he Iron Man
Hunnid bands for brother lawyer, I just need a week (yeah, yeah, need a week)
You can post that dead-ass bitch all you want, he still the deceased
There ain't to many out there like me that got skits and still willing to creep
Taewon and Brody run this back, I'm feeling this beat
Yeah, I'm feeling this bean, yeah, who realer than me?
Ay, I make some Cho and cop some chops, I'm still in the G
They building cases on a nigga, I can't tell you if I'm sending fees (I can't)
But if I'm ever on Fig just know the bitch with me
Yeah, big Blood, red flags, there ain't no Crip in me
Literally been stepping on heads, we making history
Our opps can't get no pass, gon' crack his noggin if he 53, yeah
Blame the new Jaaybo on the G, look what you did to me, yeah (look what you did)

Ay, dickhead, get your mind right (ay, get your mind right)
Don't preach to me about my Perky habit, bitch, this my life (bitch, this my life)
Yeah, lil' bro tote guns from army movies he just 5' 5"
This sucker dropped the diss, we did our shit, why would I lie?
He pissed off and want to drive by, get fully's more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that nigga hopped right back on live
Like he enjoyed the spankin'
What the f*ck? Boy, you ain't got one up top?
Bro, pass the pole, you playing
If it's a opp that's worth to put in extra work
That nigga run, you chase him (that nigga run, you chase him)
Stole the bacon, snitch K, you's a pig, nigga (you's a rat)
I'm probably cursed from all the skits that I done did, nigga
Participated in so many shootouts how I'm still living (ay, I'm still here)
Ay, this my first time in spaceship how I park low

(Ay, how I park this, ay, how I park this)
Ay, how I park low
Ay, how I park, ay
Bitch, don't start that