“Can’t Save Me” EBK Jaaybo – Lyrics
The preacher see me and he walk the other way he know he can’t save me
speak to my n***as like they donkeys from the G My n***as ain’t babies
This big bitch hit everybody by itself Gales i aint aiming
It sound like when the drac shakin
Gon pop an opp before perc gales my mind gone
Know these n***as 5-0
Its fucked up we’re still gon slide more
Wish death upon you N****a die slow
Can’t sleep peacefully at night until his eyes close

I do walk throughs with Satan they are not godly
Step through for surely with some maney if I popped him
Bend a right and let me out here I think that I spot him
Opp n***a hit me boutta fade he think that im Rocky
clap it up
This n***a made me mad as fuck
It ain’t hard to get a b on your belt
Grab you one
We popped this kid now he don’t exist he never had a son
Pop a opp, switch fits Hit the crib then laugh it up
Act like I ain’t tag him up But I don’t need the credit for it
Almost got put to sleep his maggot ass ain’t have his weapon on him
Flopping like a fish took every shot when I was steppin on him
Ain’t never slid with me so Gales ain’t never smokin what I’m smokin
Pick rose and rob up cause we done bent a block before
I had to cut the homie off cause he ain’t sending shots no more
How she run off with the trap and you don’t penalize the hoe
I treat the bitch like the opps do my thug then get on
Homicides and kickdoors
This a murder operation
He talkin like he demon gales he ain’t never talked to Satan
These shots meant to kill
God can’t help the paramedics save him
Then swap him for another pole before they trace it
Reckless when we chased him we don’t want him here no more
Left the house ready to shoot but when he died didn’t get to blow
Can’t funk with these n***as no more
They talkin too much on these phones
On the gram talkin bout a n***a that you know we popped
What the fuck you n***as on
It’s fucked up I’m still gon slide on them
Mad as fuck I left the drac
But I can’t dwell on that right now
I slide and put the 9 on him
I put that fire on him
Think he that man that flying shit
I put that iron on him
Got his bro calling 9-1-1 like help me please he’s dying on me
And if that body ain’t somebody then n***a I don’t want it
But it ain’t shit just strap them cleats hit their block and find a donkey
I might just hang my jersey up when I finally smoke him
This stupid hoe smoked too much dope and I can’t ride with smokey
Yea im smurkish slap my sucka music when I’m ridin on him
Sometimes I wish my pops was here when I slide it get lonely
My guys even phony
I can’t trust these n***as
Gon fuck him over with fully before I fuck with n***as
And I don put the grim reaper on a couple n***as

The preacher see me and he walk the other way he know he can’t save me
speak to my n***as like they donkeys from the G My n***as ain’t babies
This big bitch hit everybody by itself Gales i aint aiming
It sound like when the drac shakin
Gon pop an opp before perc gales my mind gone
Know these n***as 5-0
Its fucked up we’re still gon slide more
Wish death upon you N****a die slow
Can’t sleep peacefully at night until his eyes close