Young Debo - 2015 Flow (G-mix) lyrics

Whipin up bricks?...yehh I do it for a check Im rollin through yo hood throwin up my set Young rich a** gangsta, gotta keep it trill No snitchin so you better keep your mouth sealed Me and Rich Kidd got one thing in common We'll pull that choppa, 100 rounds to the stomach Plug shippin bricks, I told'em "esse, keep it comin" Wait pause Now keep this track goin, on some real sh** Workin hard in trap, gotta get rich 40 Glock, stay co*ked with a long clip k** any niqqa, don't matter, Blood or Crip I hear niqqas talkin bout they want beef You wanna beef, lets beef, catch me in the streets Every time you see me, Imma run up with the heat Poppa cap in your throat, now you can't breath (hook:Rich Kidd Harris) Ayyye n***a let me catch you in the streets Ian never had nothing but i made ends meet That n***a vegetarian He don't won't no beef n***as lame Period 2015 I keep some jelly beans in my Billy Jeans Ayyee n***a wanna try to run up on me 30 n***as on the wayy Guns all in your faccccce And Debo will put that ruger in your facccceee Ooooh oooh ooooh Aaaayyyye