Debo

Ion ask I just take shit
Ain't shit bout me basic

4 Rings on a nigga like a A6

I pop out & shit get lit up
Help yo nigga sit up

Only squeezed it once & he can't get up

Wait a min this a jail call

Still looking for plugs boy I don't know what to tell y'all

Yo big homie failed y'all

I'm my own OG I wrap
It up and send the mail off

This lil shit bout nun niggas start hiding when they hear I'm coming

Hop out on feet I'm running
Any nigga living gone die bout money

Ain't shit safe when I'm dumping
Church be the only place safe on Sunday

We ain't gotta cry bout money
We ain't gotta lie bout money

This lil shit bout nun niggas start hiding when they hear I'm coming

Hop out on feet I'm running
Any nigga living gone die bout money

Ain't shit safe when I'm dumping
Church be the only place safe on Sunday

We ain't gotta cry bout money
We ain't gotta lie bout money

I'm like Debo for the bread
Spread count
Red sipping Med Ounces right by my bed now

I can teach you how to
Talk much I even do
Walk ups even catch a when they offer

Tell em make
A better offer young niggas a off Ya

Paramedics try but they done lost ya
Box Shit
I bury shit
I dirt shit
I leave shit

If I can't make
A dollar off the bitch than I don't need shit

Big bitch on me knock a nigga into pieces

Big bitch on me leave a nigga on the cement

This lil shit bout nun niggas start hiding when they hear I'm coming

Hop out on feet I'm running
Any nigga living gone die bout money

Ain't shit safe when I'm dumping
Church be the only place safe on Sunday

We ain't gotta cry bout money
We ain't gotta lie bout money



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Writer(s): Makyrie Barnes
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