Exposing Me (with VonOff1700) Songtext
von EBK JaayBo

All facts, yeah, 500k, nigga, fly cake, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This all facts, this ain′t no fairytale
Punched on Zay in the pen, niggas be scared in jail
While niggas was getting inside the car, I was yanking steel

They didn't have a thousand dollar bond, couldn′t pay a bill
Exposing niggas on these pro tools
This was in the pen with Boy Boy, that nigga was off the spice
What's his name?

And they had nerve for the smokin' niggas I used to be close to
Hey, I′m in the hidden niggas blocks and do that one dance
You ain′t got no moves
Bounced out on Lil Boog and chased him up the street
Got nothin' against him, just was tryin′ to get him gone
'Cause he from three

Punched on down on face, I had him in the county, coppin′ please
I had him like, I'm from the north, I ain′t from flies, that's they be
Yeah, no white flags, but built a ass if you fuck with niggas
Benzo, you better step with Wante, you was runnin' with him


They call me Drakes, but I put fully on a couple niggas
Max had fucked setters, so I slid and dropped a hundred with him
Spanked on D-Money before he died, had him gettin′ low
Drakey in my pants, got me walkin′ like I'm Pigeon Toe

Slubby mud, I′m on that time, that's what I′m spinnin' for
I popped him six times, had him squirmin′, crawlin' on the floor
I let him baby ARPs and how the bitch shoot
And the gin don't even matter, it′s gon′ get used

Talked out, I played a backseat and watched me get through
And that thang was a donkey from they side, know they gon' miss, dude
B-Nights got popped and star-wrapped, and that′s a real victim
Make it make sense, why would y'all
Say my name if I ain′t kill niggas?

If he run from you, make sure when you chasin'
You put your heels in it
Kirk make me feel different, I think Salt′s still livin'
But fuck Quacky, how you die from a bat?
A nigga gotta earn his beat, I ain't goin′ out like that

Wante, another victim of the house
We put that belt to ass
Had him crawlin′ under cars, prayin' at the fully gym
Back to 2020, J-Bo, I been known, niggas


Free my twin, play got scenes with him, that′s my clone, niggas
Snowy Pippin' Miners, check the ID of y′all hoe bitches
And we the real new money, you niggas ain't gettin′ no chicken
Hit that block, myself was twitchy on like four niggas

Since I was 16, I been putting better on old niggas
He was trying to make it home from court, we put them hoes in him
I'm all in for that jerk, oh, that's why
I′m trying to take a soul with it
I can′t walk out my front door without my pole with me

Know we not locked in, you never got out here and stole with me
I've been on plenty missions, not official, he ain′t roll with me
I'm on an off-block trying to cook a nigga
But I ain′t got no stole with me
Stop all that dissing, nigga, come and pick your mans up

Dude tried to run them 762s, they just pants up
They think I'm not gonna spin, cause I didn′t win and got my bands up
Tried to swing my dope, but it was locked and fucked my hand up
He was talking like a gangster, he got booked and gave his mans up

Posting all them guns on nstagram, that shit ain't scamming us
Say you keep your guns, so when you see us, what you ran for?
We was talking crazy on that song and got his mans clucked
Teddy! Teddy!