DEBO Lyrics

My niggas up that on anything

Lil bitch

Don't think we ain't buggin

I knock boots bout with anything

Lil bitch don't think I ain't sluting

I done shot bout at everything

You know how I'm boming

But let me relax

Man I ain't tryna relapse

See the blood fly when it clap

I been taking niggas off the map

Off the migos the shit got me smacked

Girl bend it down

Im tryna splack

Work it out then I get back

I gotta make sure the opps don't attack

30s w 30s and better

Fuck around and we shooting who ever

Cold heart ima fuck up the weather

I make it rain on them niggas for pleasure

Used to shoot it from deep like I'm melo

Now I shoot from close like I'm zbo

Go check on board

Man it's Three zero

If you smart nigga

Don't check the peep hole

Man I Cruise thru hood like im Debo

Slide thru the tension w ease

Them niggas ain't up on they pz

Dragz , Ryo turn em into cheese

These niggas be talking on beats

My niggas outside walking the streets

We marching the shit like it Labor Day

Back out the steam & these niggas evaporate

My niggas will turn it up any day

Bring that fire

The building evacuate

Think twice before

Touching this dinner plate

I earned it lil nigga

I reservate

Come touch it

You go to the pearly gates

You a demon ?

Tell satan you on the way

I do not play

Boy I cut off the game

They thinking it's sweet til we go insane

Like

Blitz em

Brody made it 4th and inches

Cut it close but he clipped him

Flipped it

Should've known that we hit shit

Now them pellets in his pigments

We get

Missing

Couple shooters with me pistons

And they got a ton of pistols

Tecs too

Brody sent another missile

Nigga lost alotta tissue

Spin thru