The Undebatable
All you dumb mothafuckas
Ya'll better hear this shit
Its big boy Dom with Feezy God right here
Back at it again in this bitch, wuzzup?
Gon' fuck this shit up, Lets get it!
Yo shit is dry put some chapstick, chad lip
I ain't fucking with the chat chit, chit chat
Get the fuck outta here, we dont keep the rat shit
You snitch bitch, telling cop shit, pussy bitch (Oh)
Move back, give me some room
Or kick back the goons, this ain't no playroom, this ain't no ballroom
You must consume what i said and don't assume u don't know me, ya get
Put the patek, poppin xanies, im
An addict (Ah)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy (Ah)
Diamonds glassy need some bitches for flashing (Ah)
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch im dabbin (Ah)
Chillin' with my homies, sippin' that Bacardi
Bruh i ain't fuckin with that fake shit you dummies
Bitches be jealous cause my shit is banging
They go loco in the streets like a fucking junkies
I pull the trigger right in front of you
But i wish that you never come thru
You talking bout a fame thats not a thang
I really want to know how far you bang
Your bullets truly hittin' my mind
2020 I aint got time
Im killin' all these shit i gotta grind
I wont reminiscing my old time
Parallel to none, nothin' in my bank account
Talkin bout me behind my back, little fucking cunt
Hit you by the line, wont reply bring my slime
Slice a little peace of you, you know that you gon die
Im ridin' on the road, with my bros, with no clothes
We runnin' out of yayo, but she got a coca in her nose
Told her not to bleed, demonic eyes and it flipped
She gettin' horny i cant handle it like fifty shade of freed
Whenever you come, imma bang, there's a flame
You jelly everytime i hang hang with the fucking gang
You tellin' me to stop, aint got no brake, aint got no glock
If you really wanna fuck fuck me, you gon flop bitch
I pull the trigger right in front of you
But i wish that u never come thru
You talking bout a fame thats not a thang
I really want to know how far you bang
Your bullets truly hittin' my mind
2020 I aint got time
Im killin' all these shit i gotta grind
I wont reminiscing my old time
Ya'll better hear this shit
Its big boy Dom with Feezy God right here
Back at it again in this bitch, wuzzup?
Gon' fuck this shit up, Lets get it!
Yo shit is dry put some chapstick, chad lip
I ain't fucking with the chat chit, chit chat
Get the fuck outta here, we dont keep the rat shit
You snitch bitch, telling cop shit, pussy bitch (Oh)
Move back, give me some room
Or kick back the goons, this ain't no playroom, this ain't no ballroom
You must consume what i said and don't assume u don't know me, ya get
Put the patek, poppin xanies, im
An addict (Ah)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy (Ah)
Diamonds glassy need some bitches for flashing (Ah)
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch im dabbin (Ah)
Chillin' with my homies, sippin' that Bacardi
Bruh i ain't fuckin with that fake shit you dummies
Bitches be jealous cause my shit is banging
They go loco in the streets like a fucking junkies
I pull the trigger right in front of you
But i wish that you never come thru
You talking bout a fame thats not a thang
I really want to know how far you bang
Your bullets truly hittin' my mind
2020 I aint got time
Im killin' all these shit i gotta grind
I wont reminiscing my old time
Parallel to none, nothin' in my bank account
Talkin bout me behind my back, little fucking cunt
Hit you by the line, wont reply bring my slime
Slice a little peace of you, you know that you gon die
Im ridin' on the road, with my bros, with no clothes
We runnin' out of yayo, but she got a coca in her nose
Told her not to bleed, demonic eyes and it flipped
She gettin' horny i cant handle it like fifty shade of freed
Whenever you come, imma bang, there's a flame
You jelly everytime i hang hang with the fucking gang
You tellin' me to stop, aint got no brake, aint got no glock
If you really wanna fuck fuck me, you gon flop bitch
I pull the trigger right in front of you
But i wish that u never come thru
You talking bout a fame thats not a thang
I really want to know how far you bang
Your bullets truly hittin' my mind
2020 I aint got time
Im killin' all these shit i gotta grind
I wont reminiscing my old time
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Writer(s): Dominick Duarte
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