Duse (feat. Triggaz)

We screamin whoop
Straight from the west and we bangin the duse
We popping out runnin down off the loose
Play with the gang get hanged like a noose
Best bet nigga play the shit bool
I got the drop nigga spin in a coupe I'm in the spot it's just me and the fools
Two fingers and I'm screaming out duse
From the Harvard's ness straight to the fruits
I got the drop on these niggaz already
These niggas mice and ain't chasing no feti
Forty glock give a nigga a headache
I'm in the trap with them straps, no machete
Backends bitch you know how I'm wreckin
Ride with shooters and theses niggas real reckless
I don't trust ya, nigga, nah we can't kick it
Ridin round ready to chop me a 50
These new niggas they really ain't killas
Fuck the police niggaz know I ain't telling
Show me my cell nigga show me my section
Lane switching with a whole bunch of felons
These niggas, they ain't really rebellious
Dirty money, nigga, watch how I stretch it
Empty yo pocket, nigga, get his necklace
I don't really got time for no wrestling
I ain't gotta cock it, got one in the head
If I get caught, they might lock me in fed
Really be runnin and juggin this shit
Packs jumpin, nigga, straight off the brick
Buss it down, run the bitch off some zips
On another tip, bitch, I'm back on my flip
Fuck Nigga, Better watch how he dip
The F and N, bitch it stay on my hip

Straight from the west and we bangin the duse
We popping out runnin down off the loose
Play with the gang and get hanged like a noose
Best bet nigga play the shit bool
I got the drop nigga spin in a coupe I'm in the spot it's just me and the fools
Two fingers and I'm screaming out duse from the Harvard's ness straight to the fruits

Ima gang member gettin real active
Two twenty threes hit yo block like wes brackin
You ain't really bout that shit that you rappin
Keep it on me I ain't got time for no lackin
Catch me in traffic you know that I'm packing
Designer on me, bitch, I stay in the fashion
Came up the fastest, didn't know how it happened
Make it disappear just like it was magic
Tap in, tap in
All of my gang members patch in
I'm in the spot with a muhfuckin mac ten
I ain't a rapper, I'm just good at rappin
I gave the streets just what they was asking
Don't talk about it, that shit in the past tense
Gucci on me, I stay in the fashion
Expensive fabrics, calling plays like I'm madden
Gucci, Dior, Louis V be the linen
Fuck havin friends bitch I'm all bout the business
Niggas be telling, tryna get me a sentence
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I'm in the trap with a whole bunch of shooters
Pussy play and ima bust his medulla
Snake skin on me like I'm Medusa
I'm a big dog, nigga, you a poodle

We screamin whoop
Straight from the west and we bangin the duse
We popping out runnin down off the loose
Play with the gang and get hanged like a noose
Best bet nigga play the shit bool
I got the drop nigga spin in a coupe I'm in the spot it's just me and the fools
Two fingers and I'm screaming out duse from the Harvard's ness straight to the fruits



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Writer(s): Jamarl Graves
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