More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Released on: 2026-01-16
Lyrics and translation
Original
These niggas dying, but they keep it on ya.
You don't wanna be a new pack.
You ain't hear me?
I said, you don't wanna be a new pack.
Run that by your ass.
New iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas. Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas.
And that'll be your last day.
Aye toss that shit in a circle, bitch make that ass shake. She whisper all in my ear like, "Daddy, I'm nasty.
" Shit, I ain't trippin' when you alone, keep it classy.
Suckers makin' songs and they woofin' like they ain't flaggin'. Drive skeezy, start finger fuckin', my ears still clappin'.
Bust down, BBX, these ain't that size.
Cuddy never took a trip, let's do a test drive. Slide through in sport mode, this a red eye. He threw up what?
Nigga, fuck it, that's a dead five. I move a blinky anywhere, killers on standby.
And it's just something about us, wanna understand mine.
Wanna understand. Wanna understand.
Shit.
Damn.
Uh, new iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas. Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas. New iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas.
Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas.
English translation
These niggas dying, but they keep it on ya.
You don't wanna be a new pack.
You ain't hear me?
I said, you don't wanna be a new pack.
Run that by your ass.
New iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas. Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas.
And that'll be your last day.
Aye toss that shit in a circle, bitch make that ass shake. She whisper all in my ear like, "Daddy, I'm nasty.
" Shit, I ain't trippin' when you alone, keep it classy.
Suckers makin' songs and they woofin' like they ain't flaggin'. Drive skeezy, start finger fuckin', my ears still clappin'.
Bust down, BBX, these ain't that size.
Cuddy never took a trip, let's do a test drive. Slide through in sport mode, this a red eye. He threw up what?
Nigga, fuck it, that's a dead five. I move a blinky anywhere, killers on standby.
And it's just something about us, wanna understand mine.
Wanna understand. Wanna understand.
Shit.
Damn.
Uh, new iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas. Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas. New iPod, another dead nigga.
You on the Gram poppin' it, but you don't scare niggas.
Catch him slippin', scoot up on him, we don't spare niggas.
Hold down the block if you want to, I double dare niggas.