Deebo - Boosie Badazz & Webbie

What's up, Red? Thanks for the bike What you got on my 40, homie? I thought you had 200 dollars I do, but I wan' spend Red's money (Red's money) Young Brancs, triple OG Ikk' post nogen lilla djævel-emoji Du' kun demon, når din næs' har coke i Jeg' Deebo her, din røv er Smokey (Wagwan) De får stress og laver diss-sang' Jeg får stress og laver millions Fang deres røv nede på Blue House (Yeh-hey) Gi'r dem første ægte shootout Young Brancs, triple OG Ikk' post nogen lilla djævel-emoji Du' kun demon, når din næs' har coke i Jeg' Deebo her, din røv er Smokey De får stress og laver diss-sang' Jeg får stress og laver millions Fang deres røv nede på Blue House Gi'r dem første ægte shootout Young G, hvordan ka' de sig' vi har beef- De der mandem, der har ikk' smagt nogen wagyu? Dem, de pakker Pacho gi'r dem shotgun-shells, ingen taco Ka' ikk' diss nogen opp, eller spin' deres blok indtil jeg' dizzy De si'r: "Brancs han er rig, han er pop-pop-pop" La' mig pop den glizzy (Oh-yeah) Jeg ku' put din dame i bodega Ha, men det' hendes ånde, der stinker, man Og du vil gern' fiks' hendes læber Ha, er du gal en joke (Joke) Ka' I husk' den regning kom- Og jeg lagde det i cash og jeg ga' jer håb? Er du gal en hvad? (Ha) Er du gal en joke (Er du gal en joke) Young Brancs, triple OG Ikk' post nogen lilla djævel-emoji Du' kun demon, når din næs' har coke i Jeg' Deebo her, din røv er Smokey De får stress og laver diss-sang' Jeg får stress og laver millions Fang deres røv nede på Blue House Gi'r dem første ægte shootout Yo, ga' min søn hundred' bands til tøjpenge (Wuh) Har ikk' tid til at beef noget boyband Der' for mange ting her på højkant (Wah) Ka' ikk' la' noget slide Lille iblis, han vil sneak-diss, men den joke, han er ikk' outside Han er kun aktiv på sin iPhone og i live på sin Insta-Live (Hm-ha-ha) Vi' them boys, ingen Backstreet (Wuh) Tog hende fra deres backstage hele vejen til drengenes backseat (Skrr) Ha, hvordan er det sket? (Skrrt) Hva' du på? Hva' du på? Ska' vi ta' den her tå til tå Eller ska' jeg bar' book det til dit første show? (Show-show) Er du gal en joke (Young Brancs, triple OG) (Ikk' post nogen lilla djævel-emoji) (Du' kun demon, når din næs' har coke i) (Jeg' Deebo her, din røv er Smokey (Wagwan) (De får stress og laver diss-sang') (Jeg får stress og laver millions) (Fang deres røv nede på Blue House (Yeh-hey) (Gi'r dem første ægte shootout) Young Brancs, triple OG Ikk' post nogen lilla djævel-emoji Du' kun demon, når din næs' har coke i Jeg' Deebo her, din røv er Smokey De får stress og laver diss-sang' Jeg får stress og laver millions Fang deres røv nede på Blue House Gi'r dem første ægte shootout (De får stress og laver diss-sang') (Jeg får stress og laver millions) (Fang deres røv nede på Blue House) (Gi'r dem første ægte shootout)

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie