[Chorus: B.A Badd]
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (E.B.E, nigga. E.B.E., B.A)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
[Verse 1: B.A Badd]
Yo (Yo, uh) Yeah
Don't compare me to these poindexters (Nah)
Different cloth, we ain't the same texture
A heart beyond measure (Yeah)
Use the digi scales when the grams measure
I hit my mans, he gonna toss extras (What's up, my nigga?)
E.B.E. on a gold necklace (Facts), I did with no effort (Nah)
Circle the block and then I spray reckless (Skrrt)
Make sure you leave everybody on his mother's porch breathless
Finish ya dinner or it becomes breakfast, shit
Shout out to Monsta, that's my right hand (Yeah)
But if he ever tell then I'm chopping off his right hand (Facts)
I hope he do the same to me, exactly to the same degree (Yeah)
Because we took a oath and ain't no changing me
I banged the 3-80 dangerously, while I'm hanging out the sunroof (Uh-huh)
With baby nine, I be so coofed
You ever went to CID? Told a bunch of lies with the drugs boofed
Catch you at the bar, all I heard was yellin', "Don't shoot" (Don't shoot)
The intersection you'll be stretched over (Yeah)
I fuck the bitches that you stressed over (Facts)
Walked in the living room, seen ya son fort then I stepped over
Go in the kitchen eatin' leftovers
I cop pounds and I stretch yola, it's a business move (Yeah)
Croly Street was like a business school (Eastside)
Weight it all out and count every dollar, it's the principle (Yeah)
Because all mistakes is intentional
Badd
[Chorus: B.A Badd]
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (E.B.E, nigga. E.B.E. B.A)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Griselda (Griselda)
Look, if you ain't got no body, we are not the same (Nah)
If you ain't never shot nobody, this is not your lane
FN on me bitch, this shit is not no game (Boom, boom, boom)
Wig shot, my young niggas come and pop your brain (Haa)
We was in the hood sellin' straight drop cocaine
We got the mop, we got the thirty-shot Glocks to aim (Rraah)
We got the drop, you got the blocks, so then the robbers came (Uh-huh)
The choppers bang, shit sound like a helicopter came (Brrr)
I push the Lambo truck, my bitch, she rock the range (Cap)
Colorful stones on my neck, I feel like Dr. Strange (Hahahahahahahaha)
We gettin' money, I can not complain (Uh-uh)
Two hundred for the Richard Mille and the watch was plain
Yeah, I'm out on Collins in a drop Mulsanne (Cap)
Pole on the back seat, that bitch can drop a plane (Uh-huh)
Trackin' the package, pray to God that the boxes came (I pray to God)
Everybody eat, I cop a chain, my brother got the same (Talk to 'em)
Machine
[Chorus: B.A Badd]
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (E.B.E, nigga. E.B.E., B.A)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
