Lyrics Deebo - Kamm Carson

Uh
Uh
Man my grandmama gave me that chain

Uh
Tryna stay off pork
But its only fuckin right
That a youngin' just go ham
If you owe that bread
Gotta tax yo ass
This aint no Uncle Sam
I fell way back kinda lost my track
But I'm back in line
Like 4 wheel skates
Firestick and dick
Complete the trip
And I be right on my way
No hoes on dates
Real big pimpin shit
A nigga feel Jay
HA HA
Better pray pray pray
You live to see monday
I buff it out vampire slay
Hit her good she wanna stay
After all that fun
The sun came up
To the studio by eight
What's on my plate
I see rappers, trappers
Actin cappin damn
Who be the real these days
These brand new jays
On the bottom of my pants
Niggas asking when I'm droppin
IDER load it watch me pop it
Beatboy add the drums
We out the slums
Trap or hoop the only option
Homies flockin
Said he got a PS4
For bout one foety
Shot em eighty
Day in the life
Of a D.A nigga
That's on the pavement
What you sayin
Super saiyan
This like goku
Over pro tools
While you hating
Kame-ha-me-ha
Yo entourage for playing
Boom bow bing
Upper cut
All you niggas
Squares and punks
Freaky hoe deebo flow
Socked you out
That's my bike punk
Who wanna what
What what what
Came from trapping
Out the trunk
No cd's and dvd
Just 448's for the green
I need the cheese
Like I'm pizza dough
Three in a row
No tic tac toe
Crack ya piggy bank
And put cha money up
Im bouta blow
Fish hooties hoochies
Groupies coochie
Its all lining up
Shout out to my ex's
Every one of em is fine as fuck
Uh
I been at it I been rappin
What you tryna do
No need for awards
A nigga colder
Than some Jamba Juice
Free my nigga butch
You know a nigga need a mill or two
No need for another crew
Im only reppin student u

Man I got mind control
Over deebo
He be like
Shut the fuck up
I be quiet
But when he leave
I be talking again