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Ya’ll interested to know

Check that shit, Lynch

It’s the devil

Yeah, the cap busting never stops

I got my clips and my Glocks

A bunch of motherfuckers give me props

Funny style fools, though

That’s why I never Lynch Hung with the crews, loc

Never caught slipping, I knew I had to have mine (yeah)

So, I hooked up with my folks who hooked a nigga with a nine

Now I got my own back fade

And once ya start shooting at fools, you better have your own grave made

Fool named Blackie spitting at everybody 'bout

How he was hard and was knocking niggas out

I see some envious of the Lynch Hung

Every time I talk to 'em, fools say he just bought another gun

And I can feel 'em from a mile away

Fronting like he all that shit but like my nigga say

Depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

So, hey, I got my own back fade, nigga

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Nigga, I thought you knew you couldn’t fade this

All them props you got ain’t but fake shit

Trying to run up on a Uzi with a nine clip

And find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah)

'Cause I don’t play that shit, loc, and I ain’t soft

Bout your rumors Gimmy got his mouth shot off

Then, his head cut off just for fucking up

With a nigga that got a room full of baby gut

When I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I seen

Dumb nigga, you fronting on the wrong team

I could’ve had you with a click getting hella props

Now you running around like a monkey with his head cut off

Fucking with me

No, checking my nine pops

Leaving a nigga with a mouth full of gun shots

By a lunatic nigga sporting some old clothes

I’m like some paid to filling bodies full of bullet holes

And I can feel 'em from a mile away

Fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say

Depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

So, hey, I got my own back fade, nigga

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Hey, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

You know, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Hey, I got my own back fade

Yeah you know what I’m saying

I’m the so-called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking about, you know

And can’t nobody fade this

This nigga packs his own people, you know what I’m saying

But with this cannibalistic fury, you know what I’m saying

So, um, Lynch help me with this shit, kick that old shit

Most of my niggas come and go like a fool’s life

A couple of 40's and a joint laid up nothing not

That’s why I’m kicking with the hardest motherfucker living

My nigga nine eating humans like Thanksgiving

And it be eating em by the fours, at least

Marinating niggas skin like a thick slab of roast beef

Then, I’m cooking 'em while I’m fiending for fee

Drinking a 40, eat some human meat and sit and watch my teeth bleed

Ain’t a motherfucker out trying to feel me

About a million motherfuckers wanna kill me

That’s why nina got 16 partners

Smoking a nigga for my human meat pot luck

Click, pop, buckshots through a nigga’s chest

Nigga ribs in my mouth, now who’s next

I got the menu of a motherfucking cannibal

As I continue, I’m a human eating niggaro

Eating niggas with my nine, so, hey

You fronting like your all that shit but like my niggas say

Depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

So, hey, I got my own back fade, nigga

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

Yeah, I got my own back fade

Coming straight from the grave with the rip gut

Cannibal Atheist, couldn’t give a motherfuck

Heard a lot of motherfuckers wanna stop this

I keep em paralyzed, young, monotonous

Though I pop shit something like a blood vessel

Drink blood like a vamp, then, become amped

That means I take all the pussy and you get the fist

Grab a leg like a wishbone and make a wish

Pop, yeah there it goes first love lead

To a bed full of pussy bleeding bloodshed

Now I’m psyched 'cause I know a nigga wants some

He better pack a gun or know how to run

And I ain’t met too many niggas that could eat meat

Like a nigga with a mouth full of crooked teeth

And I’m a motherfucker that thrive on homosapien beef

Them niggas don’t know I’m seriously crazy

And I can feel 'em from a mile away

Fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say

Depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back

So, hey, I got my own back fade, nigga

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