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there go debo - ftos twan lyrics

[intro]
(jaym made a banger)

[verse]
in the whip chillin’ with my hoes and we b*ttoned up
left the crib with my mask on, sh*t, ain’t nothin’ up
in the d rank riding through the city, b*tch, i’m cuttin’ up
n*gga said he touching who? n*gga, ain’t no touchin’ duck
ridin’ with it, outside every day, b*tch, i don’t see no n*gga
pop out with my chop, they like, “d*mn, that’s that deebo n*gga”
all you hear is, when we see them n*ggas
n*ggas gettin’ popped going out sad, i can’t be them n*ggas
he can’t run from them chopper bullets, them b*tches flyin’ sh*t
since 13, b*tch, at thirteen was on the same sh*t
i just hit that ho from time to time, that ain’t my main b*tch
this a new chopper that i got, this ain’t the same stick
ain’t no way you thinkin’ that he f*ck with me, y’all out your mind
b*tch, i drop fours and w’s and i’ll drop a 5
hom ike, them my brothers, you know we gon’ slide
try to get a lo’ right now, them n*ggas said they need more time
i don’t like to talk about them bodies ’cause we past that
pass the ball, he better catch that b*tch, i got past sack
three fifty*seven long nose, you never had that
i don’t wanna talk at all, just send me my cash app
we gettin’ n*ggas whacked for the free, n*gga, i ain’t lyin’
he got hit with fire, no hurt, but, bro, why he cryin’?
ain’t n0body spend for that n*gga, man, why he lyin’?
the sh*t you sayin’ i ain’t tryna hear, say another line
[?] just broke down another perc’, he took another line
z got b*tton, a n*gga tryna run up on ’em then he dyin’
they can’t find jp, i know they wastin’ time
my brother out the way, they can’t catch me, they ain’t catchin’ five
i drop 4s, i’ll drop two 4s if they want some beef
i heard they split his sh*t up in the county, i’m talkin’ little seat
f*ck siri and last kid, them boys some lil’ beef
they got like two guns up in y’all beedee, though, y’all can’t fool with me
don’t n0body got no guns up in that size, y’all need some more
b*tch, i got some bodies in the field but i need some more
[?] mad, i’ll go insane, b*tch, i need a f*ckin’ loc
[?] the v and go insane, don’t make me have to pop my door
all my percocets raw, feel like i’m out my body
i got that call, leek shot, man, somebody shot him?
i ain’t hear that that n*gga died, it got me out my body
glock 33 with that blrrt, he ridin’ scotty
show no remorse, i see an opp, i’m goin’ to f*ckin’ work
spin at they f*ckin’ repass, they already f*ckin’ hurt
man, i love that f*ckin’ micro draco but that b*tch jerk
this b*tch pop percs, i pop percs, i kinda miss her
get in the booth and wig out, ain’t got no f*ckin’ mind
i’m tied in with the gaffle, i ain’t signed to mine
tryna find my beats, these b*tches made for me, ain’t findin’ mine
speak on sh*t, tae i get a low, b*tch, i’ma slide for mine
[outro]
b*tch

- ftos twan lyrics

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