Pockets On Deebo

Pockets on Debo Rest In Peace to Debo
You died on a Thursday so Friday I'm the hero
I'm spitting shit that's lethal you looking like a zero
I'm shooting through the peephole and all my guns illegal

You really don't know me if you think I'm phony
Yo dollars is lonely my bank account moaning
You pussy so show me
I get your girl wet and then she say she wanted to hold me
I told her come here and baby girl you can get to know me
And why you so bad and where the fuck you get all that ass
She said ask my mama and how you think she tied down my dad
I'm finna get mad if she don't come and get in my jag
I'm taking her home you probably will not get her back
I know that you mad cuz she the best that you ever had
I'm breaking her bad she do it just to get a new bag
I'm out of this world she hit me up I don't hit her back
I'm going too fast she told me baby please bring it back
So my pockets on Debo Rest In Peace to Debo
I'm flier than mosquitoes and this is just the B roll
I'm smoking on some pre rolls I'm cooler than your heroes
I'm chilling with some niggas who be ex cons so we pros
Nigga get ya money cuz when we ball you froze
Who we all you know
Who we saw who knows
We never kiss and tell about who on the other side
Just make sure you tuck and hide when we run up on your side
We don't care bout where you at just please make sure you shut the blinds
And I am the alter ego you can call me mister Hyde
So don't you disrespect me when you see me on that line
And we always on the rise so January is fine

Pockets on Debo Rest In Peace to Debo
You died on a Thursday so Friday I'm the hero
I'm spitting shit that's lethal you looking like a zero
I'm shooting through the peephole and all my guns illegal

Pockets on Debo
Pockets on Debo
Pockets on Debo
Pockets on Debo



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Writer(s): Garrett Jones
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