[Intro: Nas EBK & CKay]
(Elvis)
My baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
I'll be honest
Your loving dey totori me
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi
Ule…
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, boom
Like, what?
Like, how?
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
Like, why niggas mentionin’ my name?
Catch me a bunny, I up it and flame (Grrah)
Like, how many opps got hit?
Bando got hit, Yusef got hit (Like, what?)
Go to the Hav', don't run, don't trip
I spot Youssef, then his body gon' flip (Grrah, grrah)
Go to the eight, don't run, don't trip
I spot Youssеf, then his body gon' flip (Grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: Nas EBK]
It's a new opp in the air
Anthony diеd, crashing the whip
Rah Rah he died, flock at the Lyft (Like, what?)
Jiggy Man what? You is a bitch
And yo' lil' sister got hit, still ain't do shit (Like, how?)
Smoking ya’ pops, it could get lit (Like, what?)
I spot a jiggy, I empty the clip (Like, what?)
Shot by a dyke, he got hit in his hip

[Post-Chorus: Nas EBK]
Blixky what? Y’all niggas high
Pass me the Nick, I'm tryna’ get fried
(Blicky what? Y’all niggas high)
(Pass me the Nick, I'm tryna’ get fried)

[Verse 2: Yagi B & Nas EBK]
JB gang, DOA, EBK
Niggas know that we smoking on Nick, that's a fact
I got too many opps, why the fuck would I lack?
I put three in his top, it ain't no coming back
But fuck that, who want smoke?
Walk around with the G-17 in my coat
So I don't understand how the opps gettin' poked
Like, I don't understand how the opps gettin’ poked

[Verse 3: Nas EBK & Yagi B]
Fuck that, I'ma just shoot through the coat
Spot lil’ Nesty, got turned to a ghost
Late night, spinnin' with knockas, I'm with the flockas, he gotta go
Talk on the dead, better blam that shit
They lack on that block, then, I'm airing that shit (Grrah, grrah)
Talkin' on bro, then, I'm clearin that shit
Brodie told me to stop, I ain't hearin' that shit (Grrah, grrah)
You with yo' bitch, then, I'm blammin’ that bitch (Like, what?)
Big knock, don't gotta put hands on the bitch (Like, what?)
She jacking the Gz but she dance on the dick
Like, grrah-grrah-graah-grrah, blammin this shit (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 4: Yagi B]
Like, Sha Gz ran on Woo and he never did shit (At all)
But, he did a dance in his vids (Grrah)
Like, DayDay fell off the roof, AJ swerved, and I started dancin' and shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
You ain't ridin’, then, say that
4’s too late, when it's time, ain't no take-backs (At all)
I got .9 where my waist at
I see a opp, I'ma up where his face at

[Outro: Nas EBK & Yagi B]
Grrah, grrah (Grrah)
I see a opp, I'ma up where his face at, bitch (Grrah-grrah-grrah/i>)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Suck my dick