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[intro]
Yall niggas ain’t bout shit!!
Never have, not now, and never will be!!
Fuck you if you against Young Debo!!
Fuck you and your crew!! BIATCH!!
[verse 1]
Pull up in all blue and black
Extendo clip on my fucking gat
Aiming where your heart is
I call that shit a heart attack
I’m a lineman, you a quarterback
Don’t fuck around and get sacked
All that bullshit you been talking
Gone get your damn skull cracked
Fuck with me and get smoked
I ain’t scared to pull that mack
Banana clips and AK’s
Don’t fuck around and get splat
Fuck what yall talkin bout
I don’t listen to chit-chat
So keep your mouth closed
Before your ass get whacked
The ruger on my fuckin waist
The tech9 in my backpack
That weak shit yall niggas on??
(HELL NAHH!!) I don’t fuck with that
(G SQUAD!!) we real killas
We’ll find out where you at
Cause if you wanna beef with me
(BOOM!!) lets go to war like Iraq
I’ll shoot your ass ’bout 9 times
Like im tryna kill a fuckin cat
I’ll grab the L and buss the bitch
At anytime cause I stay strapped
Shit talking and sneak dissing
Will get your fucking neck snapped
I’ll blow off your fuckin leg and
Leave your bitch ass handicap
40glock in my gucci belt
Versace shirt, that real shit
Fuckin round wit them fuck niggas
Gone get your bitch ass hit
Bitch, its too late to run
These hollow tips come too quick
OG, no Master P
But you know Im bout it, bout it
All my niggas is real niggas
Your whole squad is counterfit
If snitchin was contagious
Then your whole squad gone get sick
Ion fuck with these niggas
I only fuck with my clique
I change clips like I change clothes
Im the wrong nigga to beef wit
Lord, please forgive me
For the sin I might commit
But if these haters keep talkin shit
Imma let this muhhfuckin choppa spit
I’ll leave you in a pool of blood
Wit your muhhfuckin skull split
If if anybody got a problem wit it
Imma hit they ass wit that drum stick
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