FUCK YOUNG DEVON

Aye I fuck your mom then I drop a bomb you telling me to calm down

I come to your house with a 50 round the Glock make you fall on the ground you a bitch sucking dick

I’m richer and I’m sipping liquor out the bottle something you too pussy to do that’s true you don’t know like blue clues what hit you

You won’t even hit a blunt won’t even take a sip of liquor I got a trigger on my finger white boy think he making noise it just sound like shit I hit him with my gun for fun

I shot a cop then a opp who got poppped your next sipping red your mom giving me head flexing my bread all I want is world peace how do we achieve a lot of weed any drugs we need rember the days selling speed smoking weed indeed this nigga Devon must be seven last battle he used his bed time nursery rhyme I was doing time could have got llife time for crime robbing selling convicted felon selling anything I meet with your mom fuck her at prom I just dropped a bomb killing niggas like saddam I make you see stars I give you scars you gonna die by me really you better flee your mom smoking crack till she gets a heart attack yall wack you mom suck my sack I got a backpack with your head in it throw it in the lake this life fake ima break the matrix by beating your ass you bitch shit better run or you get hit with a mutafukin bullet get your brain split goodbye this a clowns world anyway not a bitch world no way