Deja Vu
Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, ooh, Ayu,. yeah, yeah
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the stu, smokin' booth
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu
Old hoes, I don't do
Fuck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, Fuck the rules
I could win, how about you
I go in, how about you
I make sense, yeah, I do
Talkin down, who is you
From the south side, bitch, I throw them 4s
In the cut with another hoe
These niggas ain't ten toes
You ain't on shit, I'm finna hit the road
I'm a lay that iron down, and he don't want no smoke
In New York, I Millie Rock
Runnin' from a cop
She got that straight drop
Knew she was a thot
All red like Piru
Money blue like Crip
Run up and you get hit
Runnin up that check, though
I'ma fuckin' flex, bro
You gon' fuckin' hate, bro
That's that shit I don't like
Different color on the ice
Different color, Bape
You can see the clout, either way
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the Stu, smokin' boof
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch, off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu old hoes I don't do
Fuck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, fuck the rules
I go in, I get loose
I could win, how bout you
I make sense, yeah I do
Talkin' down, who is you
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the stu, smokin' booth
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu
Old hoes, I don't do
Fuck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, Fuck the rules
I could win, how about you
I go in, how about you
I make sense, yeah, I do
Talkin down, who is you
From the south side, bitch, I throw them 4s
In the cut with another hoe
These niggas ain't ten toes
You ain't on shit, I'm finna hit the road
I'm a lay that iron down, and he don't want no smoke
In New York, I Millie Rock
Runnin' from a cop
She got that straight drop
Knew she was a thot
All red like Piru
Money blue like Crip
Run up and you get hit
Runnin up that check, though
I'ma fuckin' flex, bro
You gon' fuckin' hate, bro
That's that shit I don't like
Different color on the ice
Different color, Bape
You can see the clout, either way
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the Stu, smokin' boof
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch, off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu old hoes I don't do
Fuck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, fuck the rules
I go in, I get loose
I could win, how bout you
I make sense, yeah I do
Talkin' down, who is you
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Writer(s): Kevon Weaver, Renzo Weaver
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