Pussy Pussy
I up the pole up on a nigga
Hit him with that Wham Bam
Now He on the floor that's what He Get for Dissing
I'm Hitting i ain't missing
Shot that Guy
Damn He shouldn't have Died
Said my name on Live
Punching in this wood
But the nigga was running
When that nigga Died
Fuck i Look Like
Wasting bullets in the sky
Fuck Fourth of July
Bitch you can Die tonight
Nigga make me mad i slide
A nigga make me wait He Die
Like oh you think I'm Little Bra
I tell Little Bra take His shit on Live
Fuck nigga talking that shit
Deuce slap His ass out with Da Fye
And Go Fuck on your bitch
Nigga he say he be spinning
He cap nigga stay in the House
He still Juugin Dese bitches
He petty
I turned Da boy to spaghetti
His Patna ain't slide He start telling
Niggas be thinking they Hard
Think He throwed Guz He smoking Da shit Dat He Posed to be selling
He a Flunky boy
His sister Dont even Fukk with Dude
She tell me He be broke and more shit
Capping on the Gram but Little sis say big bro ain't Havin motion
Oh you capping
Nigga Going out bad
Oh you want some bitches
Tell my bitch pull-up and she Gon blitz him
I ain't Got to triple
Oops my bad
I mean i ain't Gotta Double back
My nigga trade me For a pint
He Got me smoking out the bag
Nigga Drop a 50
Fuck it Drop a 100
If y'all want me whacked
We used to smoke inside my momma House
Them boys know where im at
I know it ain't beef
The same nigga call me opps
Them boys be calling me for cheese
Hit them with Dat (Frrrtt)
On my block
Dem boys wont play wit me
Hit him with Dat (Frrrt)
On they block
Them boys act Like they sleep
But playing Dead With Deuce
How niggas Get my bodies up For Free
A nigga play with Deuce
My momma know wont come back Home For weeks
A nigga played with Deuce
Chopped His bro Den spinned For bout a week
Yea these nigga pussy
(pussy puusy)
Boy ain't Got no bodies
Say He killing Deuce
Im still Here
Nigga need to stop it
Nigga From my city
Telling Hoes that He Gone Get up with me
When i was in the city
Same Little pussy nigga running From me
Why they Don't play with Deuce
Damn i Had i Forgot
The Last nigga played with Deuce
Ran up on me
Now He inna sky
(Huh what the Fuck)
Now He Dead Damn He shouldn't Have Died
Nigga shouldn't Have tried
Remember Little Bra said my name on Live
Slap Him with the Fye
Fuck it slap the pussy with His Fye
Nigga said Fukk Deuce
I turned around
And seen His Patna Died
Diss BGG my Gang
You know we rocking out
Used to Fuck with Whataname
Until i Had to slap him out
Died in the parking Lot
The kids walking over him now
Nigga try to run up
Free Rondo i Tell him put him Down
I used to Fuck with WhatsHisname
Before i Had to bust His brain
I put Da nigga on
He tried to play me Like a Fucking Lame
Died playing with my Gang
Died playing with my name
Murder up For Hire and He Got Fyed in his brain
(no Fake)
I asked my Patnas put me on
Dey played
Nigga make me take
I tried to put the nigga on
Nigga running From the cake
U can't Fix the Last mistake
Niggas tell me How to put Food on they plate
8th Grade Tryna kick a Door everyday a nigga came Home Late
Hit him with that Wham Bam
Now He on the floor that's what He Get for Dissing
I'm Hitting i ain't missing
Shot that Guy
Damn He shouldn't have Died
Said my name on Live
Punching in this wood
But the nigga was running
When that nigga Died
Fuck i Look Like
Wasting bullets in the sky
Fuck Fourth of July
Bitch you can Die tonight
Nigga make me mad i slide
A nigga make me wait He Die
Like oh you think I'm Little Bra
I tell Little Bra take His shit on Live
Fuck nigga talking that shit
Deuce slap His ass out with Da Fye
And Go Fuck on your bitch
Nigga he say he be spinning
He cap nigga stay in the House
He still Juugin Dese bitches
He petty
I turned Da boy to spaghetti
His Patna ain't slide He start telling
Niggas be thinking they Hard
Think He throwed Guz He smoking Da shit Dat He Posed to be selling
He a Flunky boy
His sister Dont even Fukk with Dude
She tell me He be broke and more shit
Capping on the Gram but Little sis say big bro ain't Havin motion
Oh you capping
Nigga Going out bad
Oh you want some bitches
Tell my bitch pull-up and she Gon blitz him
I ain't Got to triple
Oops my bad
I mean i ain't Gotta Double back
My nigga trade me For a pint
He Got me smoking out the bag
Nigga Drop a 50
Fuck it Drop a 100
If y'all want me whacked
We used to smoke inside my momma House
Them boys know where im at
I know it ain't beef
The same nigga call me opps
Them boys be calling me for cheese
Hit them with Dat (Frrrtt)
On my block
Dem boys wont play wit me
Hit him with Dat (Frrrt)
On they block
Them boys act Like they sleep
But playing Dead With Deuce
How niggas Get my bodies up For Free
A nigga play with Deuce
My momma know wont come back Home For weeks
A nigga played with Deuce
Chopped His bro Den spinned For bout a week
Yea these nigga pussy
(pussy puusy)
Boy ain't Got no bodies
Say He killing Deuce
Im still Here
Nigga need to stop it
Nigga From my city
Telling Hoes that He Gone Get up with me
When i was in the city
Same Little pussy nigga running From me
Why they Don't play with Deuce
Damn i Had i Forgot
The Last nigga played with Deuce
Ran up on me
Now He inna sky
(Huh what the Fuck)
Now He Dead Damn He shouldn't Have Died
Nigga shouldn't Have tried
Remember Little Bra said my name on Live
Slap Him with the Fye
Fuck it slap the pussy with His Fye
Nigga said Fukk Deuce
I turned around
And seen His Patna Died
Diss BGG my Gang
You know we rocking out
Used to Fuck with Whataname
Until i Had to slap him out
Died in the parking Lot
The kids walking over him now
Nigga try to run up
Free Rondo i Tell him put him Down
I used to Fuck with WhatsHisname
Before i Had to bust His brain
I put Da nigga on
He tried to play me Like a Fucking Lame
Died playing with my Gang
Died playing with my name
Murder up For Hire and He Got Fyed in his brain
(no Fake)
I asked my Patnas put me on
Dey played
Nigga make me take
I tried to put the nigga on
Nigga running From the cake
U can't Fix the Last mistake
Niggas tell me How to put Food on they plate
8th Grade Tryna kick a Door everyday a nigga came Home Late
Credits
Writer(s): Nawfside Deuce
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