Aftermath lyrics

[Intro]
(Sparky made it slap)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
That lil' band that you flexing in your pic, n*gga (In your pic, n*gga)
I just spent that on some shoes and a fit, n*gga (That's new drip, n*gga)
Call him a gangster but he snitched, how is this, n*gga? (Ayy, how is this, n*gga?)
I can't understand that type of sh*t, it don't make sense, n*gga (Ayy, what the f*ck?)
We don't [?] over here so hop the fence, n*gga
You on that side, then stay there, you better pick, n*gga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, Hari B, roll that dope, let's get lit, n*gga (Ayy, let's get lit, n*gga)
I never seen you in the hood, you don't exist, n*gga (You don't exist, n*gga)
I'm on Belair, Montclair, or the 6 with it (Or the 6 with it)
Say I'm small but this pole'll drop a big n*gga
Ayy, ayy, I'm somеwhere posted with thе bébés (We in the hood with it)
If n*ggas wanna take it far, then let the Drac' spray
[?] spinning through your car like a Beyblade
[?] (So don't you try)
Drum attached, fully switch on the hand thing
That ain't enough, I need more like my last name (Ayy)
Started off with nothing, had to hit the road then the bag came (b*tch)
f*ck a beef, leave it in the streets, that way
But if it's that, on Lay name, let the MAC spray
But if it's that, on Lay name, let the MAC spray

[Verse 2: EBK Trey B]
You gotta hit that road to get your bag up (Get that bag up)
I got a chopper, when it shoot it make me back up (Make me back up)
Damn, blood, don't act hard, you ain't that tough (You ain't hard, n*gga)
b*tch, we smoking dead n*ggas, we can't match blunts (You can't match this)
EBK HotBoii but I'm a cool n*gga
Slid on the suckers, my first shot hit like two n*ggas (Like two n*ggas)
I'm off some Tech, some D'USSÉ and like two jiggas (I'm off two of that)
Your bro snitched, that's what you get, you should've knew n*ggas (You should've knew, n*gga)
Who, n*gga? Hell nah, we ain't bool, n*gga
[?] don't be surprised if I shoot n*ggas
Still tripping over old sh*t, ain't no truce, n*gga
Dirty Drac' tryna customize your Trues, n*gga (Lil' n*gga)
You a dork, you seen a sucker and you ran off (Dork)
Damn, you let 'em take your pole, you that soft? (You a nerd)
A n*gga try to take my sh*t, this Drakey crack jaw
Before I touch a broke b*tch, I'ma jack off (n*gga)
[Verse 3: EBK Hari B]
Sipping on this yellow like I'm NoCap (n*gga, no cap)
That ain't your gun, why you flexing with your bro strap? (That ain't your pole)
I was broke back then, I can't go back (I can't go back)
But that Rollie, give it up or get your soul snatched
Ayy, ayy, pull up to his house like the DoorDash
A n*gga tried to get a job, I got bored fast (I got bored)
I can get it out the road or this whore ass (Out the b*tch)
Ayy, ayy, a n*gga slap at me, I'ma send him back (I'ma send him)
Forty clap, make you go up and down, call it jumping jacks
Juvie Ju just rolled a 'Wood, I tell him spark the thrax (Roll the pack)
We be sliding through your hood like, "Where these n*ggas at?" (Where these n*ggas at?)
If I can't get in through the front, I'm sneaking through the back