Debate Too

They lookin' for me they wanna see if I fumbled it
I ain't never drop a bag only after I scored with it
You be clumsy stumbling
No wonder you ain't with it
Then niggas tossed me the bag they know I'll run with it
Rebooted we come with shooters my niggas they stay equipped
Our load outs not call of duty but guns got rubber grips
Red lasers they for ya lips
Ya mouth just keep it zipped
We shooters we don't ask questions we shoot and we don't miss
Yea We trained to go
Nigga Make a move and we gone blow
Yea My aim is gold nigga interview for inter scope
No I don't candy coat sugar coat nigga you'll get the point
Yea Your guns weak you niggas shooting them hi points
This my don flow you couldn't catch me I'm gonzo
Leave ya mind blown hop in my lane just don't drive slow
Move at a fast speed never fear a man that can bleed
And That's a guarantee
And for a bitch I'll never lose no sleep

Aye That's facts ain't no cap
Niggas lying in the streets more than they lying in they raps
They say they'll have ya back and go an stab you in the back
Yea we Animals in cages who the one to adept
The only gain is respect

Ima different breed
We most be cut from a different cloth
You the type sit around
I'm the type to go get it off
Not the type to play pussy
So please do not over look me
Keep that thing by the hip
Don't get ya body bag zipped
You can be a John Doe
Have them mourning Alonzo
Yea I'm drop shits
And I ain't talking a large load
Aye Big 40 snapped
You know I run with some thunder cats
Like a random applause
My niggas just love to clap
We attack no react
Flat line heart collapsed
Twin 9's double trouble
They'll leave you where you at
If I ain't hit em spin the bin
Yea Had to double back
Nah I hit em I'll send him
Where it's always sunny at
I'll white pearly gate ya
I'll first 48 ya
It's Kentucky Fried Chicken the way the first 40 ate ya
Second 40 starving it had to get a plate too
Hole in the head it's god who you debate too



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Writer(s): Davonte Wells
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