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Debo
Dante, you snapped on this one

Oh, you some demon nigga?
Go-ski bring demons with him
The Reapers hunt, can't run from us, they feigning to come kill him
I grabbed his soul his blood was rushin' all down my arm
We tap heads and ain't no flags and false alarms
It's beef, we goin' to get 'em
My bitch get mad I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
Don't care if he bulletproof the truck my opps still can't go leave (?)
They call me, "Gang Sergeant", now I just make music
Don't say that I'm in it
Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chi' raq killer

It's money on somebody head, who you think finna know about it?
You was just a lil' dude with a name, you ain't do it, how you think we gon' go about it?
Was really my man's we used to go spin, I pull up, blow smoke about him
I don't gotta talk, just raise my hand, they gon' come catch that body
I fucked yo' bitch forreal, for sure tho', it ain't no problem
I just landed in the U.S.A, I feel like Miley Cyrus
We gon' come through bumpin' guns, dumpin', you don't wanna get us started
Black track, plus them bitches gotta big thumper, they out here throwin' a party
Imma slide to make sum ugly, I'm showin' them niggas I'm wit' it
I already did everything that you wanna go do I ain't gotta beg for credit
We inside of yo' city like we the Army and most of us holdin' on switches
I can use my face card for them B's but I swipe off for credit

Oh, you some demon nigga?
Go-ski bring demons with him
The Reapers hunt, can't run from us, they feigning to come kill him
I grabbed his soul, his blood was rushin' all down my arms
We tap heads and ain't no flags and false alarms
It's beef, we goin' to get 'em
My bitch get mad I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
Don't care if he bulletproof the truck, my opps still can't go leave (?)
They call me, "Gang Sergeant", now I just make music
Don't say that I'm in it
Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chi' raq killer