Fukk Dese niggas x2
I Dropped the stick and i picked up the chopper
What's a 50 piece Little nugget
To a big ass Hundred pound whopper
Hit Him in His back He tried to crawl
Fuck who you thought about calling
Batman all black man i up the pole you thought about robbing
Young nigga cant smoke inside my momma House Hit aunty robin
Before the Drac' i Had the carbine
Big ass Guns you know i Got them
Police took my 40 Got a .45 and was right back mobbing
Bitch thought i was playing
Thought she could Fix me now she back there sobbing
Bitch i told you Detfr
My mind Fucked up From catchin kills
Up 3AM in the morning Having Flash backs from the shit i did
I Feel Like niggas Hoes
Nobody seeing me when it come to drill
Niggas 14 niggas callin Deuce somebody plug Got killed
My mind racing all the time all i think about is Death
Give a bitch up all my time she High
Got to be smoking meth
Last bitch that tried to Fix me i broke Her right before she Left
These bitches say they want a Gangsta
Leave the problems
Take the check
I Done robbed so many niggas now i Gotta keep a pistol
Think everybody Lying
Hoe shut the Fuck up Just talk to yo mental
I aint never Had shit
I took it strongarm
Leave the pistol
Never asked yo bitch to Get in she just Hopped in the rental
Rappers pushing up to the A-1 you pull your cameras out
If i wasn't Hand to Handing Mariah would've pulled Nick Cannon out
Nigga put the cup Down Leave the Wock
What they be yelling 'bout
I put the cup down picking up my gun you still Gone yell it out
These niggas say they Heartless Cap as Fuck He in His Feelings bad
Nigga always crying about a bitch Like you Her Fucking Dad
Nigga where the money at
These bitches Fucking For a bag
Tell that Hoe i'm where the money reside where she can Find me at
Bitch if you Gone be around you Got to keep meat in your mouth
If i Hear that talking sound Get mad as Fuck and Drop you off
I aint that little nigga trapping ounces sleeping on your couch
If i needed bitches nagging i never would've Left my momma House
I just Dropped a 5 inside the juice P-side the mini van
I just spilled my cup
Another 5
So i just Dropped a 10
When I'm in Old Brooklyn walking blue they looking for the tan
35 turn it to 100 Tanboy i'm the man
My nigga on the strip call me Deuce i'm trying to buy some juice
Im Flying Down I-85 swerving trying to pour a Deuce
My nigga blew my phone up but only want a Line yea I'm threw
Yea I'm so Foo
Fuck around start coughing Karo Get me in that mood
What's a 50 piece Little nugget
To a big ass Hundred pound whopper
Hit Him in His back He tried to crawl
Fuck who you thought about calling
Batman all black man i up the pole you thought about robbing
Young nigga cant smoke inside my momma House Hit aunty robin
Before the Drac' i Had the carbine
Big ass Guns you know i Got them
Police took my 40 Got a .45 and was right back mobbing
Bitch thought i was playing
Thought she could Fix me now she back there sobbing
Bitch i told you Detfr
My mind Fucked up From catchin kills
Up 3AM in the morning Having Flash backs from the shit i did
I Feel Like niggas Hoes
Nobody seeing me when it come to drill
Niggas 14 niggas callin Deuce somebody plug Got killed
My mind racing all the time all i think about is Death
Give a bitch up all my time she High
Got to be smoking meth
Last bitch that tried to Fix me i broke Her right before she Left
These bitches say they want a Gangsta
Leave the problems
Take the check
I Done robbed so many niggas now i Gotta keep a pistol
Think everybody Lying
Hoe shut the Fuck up Just talk to yo mental
I aint never Had shit
I took it strongarm
Leave the pistol
Never asked yo bitch to Get in she just Hopped in the rental
Rappers pushing up to the A-1 you pull your cameras out
If i wasn't Hand to Handing Mariah would've pulled Nick Cannon out
Nigga put the cup Down Leave the Wock
What they be yelling 'bout
I put the cup down picking up my gun you still Gone yell it out
These niggas say they Heartless Cap as Fuck He in His Feelings bad
Nigga always crying about a bitch Like you Her Fucking Dad
Nigga where the money at
These bitches Fucking For a bag
Tell that Hoe i'm where the money reside where she can Find me at
Bitch if you Gone be around you Got to keep meat in your mouth
If i Hear that talking sound Get mad as Fuck and Drop you off
I aint that little nigga trapping ounces sleeping on your couch
If i needed bitches nagging i never would've Left my momma House
I just Dropped a 5 inside the juice P-side the mini van
I just spilled my cup
Another 5
So i just Dropped a 10
When I'm in Old Brooklyn walking blue they looking for the tan
35 turn it to 100 Tanboy i'm the man
My nigga on the strip call me Deuce i'm trying to buy some juice
Im Flying Down I-85 swerving trying to pour a Deuce
My nigga blew my phone up but only want a Line yea I'm threw
Yea I'm so Foo
Fuck around start coughing Karo Get me in that mood
Credits
Writer(s): Nawfside Deuce
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