“Hoop Session” EBK Jaaybo – Lyrics
Hoop session
Where the suckas at ain’t tryna rap today
I popped an addy cause the percy had me actin cray
shots coming back a n***a throw a soda can this way
Walked up on the sucka with a 9, I ain’t had a drac
A foolie party let’s see who could smoke a opp first
Blood tried to do a skit with ghost glock it did not work
I’m mad I bounced out with this janky chop it did not twerk
And over Slo we up the score I know my opps hurt
Aye wake the city up my youngan tryna get in one
Aye don’t be scared you got choppa on you, lift him up
My click look like a pair of fake titties this ain’t no cinnabon
And why y’all still askin for more ain’t we spent enough
Ain’t we did enough
Go pick that n***a up
Choppa hit him in his lower stomach, got him shittin blood
Aye why you buggin bout the hoe, this your bitch or something
Don’t even look this way cause dadda shootin if you lookin funny (dadda shooting shit)
Dropped the lo but I got bag I coulda left it there
Grown ass blood ain’t clearing up no rumors that you hear
It’s n***as out here with them switches better be aware
Used to be cool but I’m gon pop youI ain’t trippin
Knew that he was weird, Hold on let me spin through, who on 7th street
Protect the G and keep that fully on me that’s what’s best for me
Walk downs
Ain’t no human there
All that’s left is me
His opp is dying
Get his address, we address the beef
You never seen a grown man cry till you see this crease
Just keep your j’s up or there ain’t nothin bigger than the G
It could be the middle of the summer we gon ice it up
Like Christmas Eve, 2 1 southeast
I’m with the one that smoke so MVP
It’s more opps that we can smoke so I ain’t done steppin
Swapped 22 for 29 I think this gun wetter
I don smoked so many damn opps I think it’s time I treat my lungs better
She said she loves steppers
But I just love vector aye
Beat the road up with aggression tryna get a check
Oh he got diamonds on it’s a stick up let me see your neck
Poppin doors on opps and droppin lows I’m really into that
Like how the fuck you got no cho and got a kitty cat
Grab the big body off the light and get it tinted black
I stuffed J in my wood but it was mixed with black
No better than the drop a lo on me you know I’m spending that
223’s hit his ass
He ain’t gon live through that

Hoop session
Where the suckas at ain’t tryna rap today
I popped an addy cause the percy had me actin cray
shots coming back a n***a throw a soda can this way
Walked up on the sucka with a 9, I ain’t had a drac
A foolie party let’s see who could smoke a opp first
Blood tried to do a skit with ghost glock it did not work
I’m mad I bounced out with this janky chop it did not twerk
And over Slo we up the score I know my opps hurt
I know my opps sick