Eoga 
eat or get ate 
slimey nigga takin plates 
I stole a silver spoon 
I scrape the side 
I hadda make it shake 
Dont glorify my struggle but we come from that i made a way 

Pound a za come get eighth 
Got hella shake of Wedding cake 
I kno every hustla in my bity 
well connected mane 
Used to be the middle mane 
Now I make plays it’s nun mane 
Body 4 body 
Niggas be lackin dying err day 

It’s a stingy world but mane fuk it don’t want shi from them
They kno I’m him 
Don’t play him 
Take off his hat 
I finish him 
Err body gangsta 
till a gangsta gone get up with them 


Free Kd until backwards 
Choppa knock a nigga backwards 
Stick make blocks front flips 
Ye he serven but I flip it faster 

I’m havin that 
Got plenty junkies 
That hatin that 
Let’s keep em comin 
Im fkn that 
Get polish pussy 
She takin that 
She juggin for me 

Wen they free my brudda mane they know we on they ass
N Lil Bih you ain’t my opp if you ain’t spinnin niggas cap 

Turn a bitch into a blunt we roll em up n smoke his ass 
I can’t lie this shi here gas 
Pop my shi mane show my ass 
Cant trick me out my position 
Wen you winnin niggas mad

Eoga 
eat or get ate 
slimey nigga takin plates 
I stole a silver spoon 
I scrape the side 
I hadda make it shake 
Dont glorify my struggle but we come from that i made a way (2x)

E.O.G.A (Prod. Mr. Banderson)

amor miô (prod.grayskie$)

chorus: 

Pull up wham smacking shi !

Get outta there, man down !

Fuck imma up in the crowd 

Head TAP!!

My money dirty, slimey 

they call me the Mucinex man (mmhmm)

Give a fuck if it’s blood on my blues 

I’m dirty Dan (I DONT! ) 



Button Ona back of a gen 5 

I make it work 

Imma finger fuck the glick 

imma MAKE THAT BITCH TWERK 


Party over! You can’t have fun with the shooter

Fuck a get away driver I call a Uber 

Hit the wrong person that’s a blooper (skrr skrr)



Hit the curb and I spin out 

Ugh cop behind me I get out (NO!)

Cop behind me get down! 

That nigga pussy so he gotta sit out 



This street shit ain’t no team sport 

When you into with a nigga (WHAT?!)

It’s just you this ain’t no team sport (NIGGA WHAT!?)



But I’m the coach I call the shots 

These niggas sniping custos bitch ah nigga 

Got ran up off the block! (BYE!) 



I get to skitchin, I get to glitchin 

Secretly I know my bitch hate me I be trippin!

Every day a bad day! 

get up on nigga ass the mad way!

Smile on my face but ain’t no play play 

OKAY OKAY (OKAY!!)



It’s been some years since I seen my pops 

Beefing wit my cousin that’s my opp 

Tell Micheal he can get shot! 



I walk my black ass down to trusville Alabama 

Pop out wit no mask just my hamma (Wassuh bitch!)

Imma get up on they ass like I’m grandma 

4 5 in his body fuckin shit up like cancer



Chorus: 

Pull up wham smackin shi 

Get outta there, man down 

Fuck imma up in the crowd 

Head TAP!!

My money dirty, slimey 

they call me the mucinex man (mmhmm)

Give a fuck if it’s blood on my blues 

I’m dirty Dan (I DONT! ) 



Button Ona back of a gen 5 

I make it work 

Imma finger fuck the glick 

imma MAKE THAT BITCH TWERK 



Party over! You can’t have fun with the shooter

Fuck a get away driver I call a Uber 

Hit the wrong person that’s a blooper (skrr skrr)

euthanize

lynch cassidy

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