Deuce! (feat. GG Tef & Turbeazy)

I might just jump out the coupe
Drop top
I might just jump out the roof

Ugh
Yeah
Ugh
I might just jump out the
Huh
Look
I might just jump out the coupe
Drop top
I might just jump out the roof
This ain't no hop scotch
Jump out the box I'ma boom
I'm slamming on niggas, see me better move
She want to cuff, I gave that bitch the blues
A nigga got so much hoes, I don't know who to choose
Everyday I got so much moves, I don't know what to do
If we beef, then we beefing for real I ain't calling no truce
I'm feeling like Pac a nigga got the juice
I just go in the club, in the A, with the chop in my boot
I just got a new P yesterday and I chopped it in two
Sold a half to my mans, ain't no way I can lose
And ain't no weak links in my circle, see 'em cut 'em loose
These niggas can link up all day, see me, I tell 'em deuce

I'm not bout the talking nigga I show proof
All you do is talk like nigga whats the use
I got a brand new forty, it make you go poof
I'm getting tired of your lies, I'm trying to hear the truth
I came from the bottom now I'm through the roof
If you niggas keep on ducking turn you to a goose
My new bitch chocolate, call her Baby Ruth
If she ever looking for me know I'm in the booth
Really came from nothing, swear I'm from the very bottom
Had to fight my way through ain't no way around it
And I'll always be fly, ain't no way I'll be grounded
I play her my unreleased, she love the way it sounded
I use to be lost but then I found it
She say that she real but I just doubt it
I just don't know what to think sometime
Mind to crowded
She just don't know what to say time
Got her astounded

Yeah
I want the cake like Betty Crocker
Just know that I stack my money proper
And I need it now, I'm growing impatient
That boy ain't sick, he just one of the patients
He only get to the bread on occasions
Lately been tired of turning 'em up
Girl I tell you what
Yeah
You can bring your friend with you
I'ma break the bank and set it up
Got to peep the size, he ain't one of us
Peeping through the blinds, I ain't got no trust
If I don't get it all then I just don't feel none
I ain't say a word but I bet she still come
Okay

Ugh
Yeah
Ugh
I might just jump out the
Huh
Look
I might just jump out the coupe
Drop top
I might just jump out the roof
This ain't no hop scotch
Jump out the box I'ma boom
I'm slamming on niggas, see me better move
She want to cuff, I gave that bitch the blues
A nigga got so much hoes, I don't know who to choose
Everyday I got so much moves, I don't know what to do
If we beef, then we beefing for real I ain't calling no truce
I'm feeling like Pac a nigga got the juice
I just go in the club, in the A, with the chop in my boot
I just got a new P yesterday and I chopped it in two
Sold a half to my mans, ain't no way I can lose
And ain't no weak links in my circle, see 'em cut 'em loose
These niggas can link up all day, see me, I tell 'em deuce



Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Shabazz
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