Section Deuce
Late night up in da loop
What it do in the deuce
Who Dey testing with troops
Yea we on bad time no boost
I'm tryna lay heads like moose
Make em drop hot like they snoop
Bet we rushing in (Russian) dropping nukes
Bet it's foul play while they hoop
That's a tech on court we gone shoot
Kick it broad day give em da boot
Have em tailored down fitting suits
Drop em all off call me Bruce
This shit hit to play pressing mute
I'm tired off tall talk end of disputes
So cut out the chattin
Upping Highlights Scoring Baskets
Bonnie N Clyde run downs with a ratchet
Said they banging what ima blast it
Bodies lay leave em matted
Is he gone? dead no he gasping
Where da paramedics black baggage
Shit gone Pack em off No Passes, No Passage
200 Sitchi Baby so savage
Foul play we for all da action
No actin Not for the shitty claims or the chatting
Not into loafin or the lacking
My peers gotta passion for packing
For sum 2 4 niggas that's Makkin
War time run up bullets they ration
Heat Tucked hot pockets unwrappin
No fear on this ride we gone fasten
Buckle up spinning the towns
Have a bumble fitting gowns
Make A Bust-what? get down
Stretchers roll blood on the ground
Betta duck from a pound
Kel tricking Creeping no sound
Throwin the deuce
Gettin loose
Pass me the Tre piz know what to do
Get 'em baptized with his crew
They all go out same way no truce
Bullets flyin
Mothers cryin
23s lace em up now he flying
And there ain't no denying
That they the ones really dying
I can't take it no more
44 wavin it kicking doors Fatboy died on the dance floor
what a shame can't see him no more
And we aiming for ballouts hit his ski
Clear the mall out
Fuck a beat hit the street Make 'em fall out
Take me all out
How ya shootin to miss
Ain't no air balls on this trip
Pray to god that boy skip up
If he do then he do but it's clip
Filthy deeds
Runnin me
Feelin stressed so i puff me a blee
Deuce in the back n they do it for free
He macked up now kobe on a tee
But enough of the foolery
Ain't no pushin me to the side
Say goodbye Beamer put him up in sky
Na they ain't hit none mine
Bozos sprayin ground outa line
Like ask where im at all the time
In my head no won't drop a dime
What it do in the deuce
Who Dey testing with troops
Yea we on bad time no boost
I'm tryna lay heads like moose
Make em drop hot like they snoop
Bet we rushing in (Russian) dropping nukes
Bet it's foul play while they hoop
That's a tech on court we gone shoot
Kick it broad day give em da boot
Have em tailored down fitting suits
Drop em all off call me Bruce
This shit hit to play pressing mute
I'm tired off tall talk end of disputes
So cut out the chattin
Upping Highlights Scoring Baskets
Bonnie N Clyde run downs with a ratchet
Said they banging what ima blast it
Bodies lay leave em matted
Is he gone? dead no he gasping
Where da paramedics black baggage
Shit gone Pack em off No Passes, No Passage
200 Sitchi Baby so savage
Foul play we for all da action
No actin Not for the shitty claims or the chatting
Not into loafin or the lacking
My peers gotta passion for packing
For sum 2 4 niggas that's Makkin
War time run up bullets they ration
Heat Tucked hot pockets unwrappin
No fear on this ride we gone fasten
Buckle up spinning the towns
Have a bumble fitting gowns
Make A Bust-what? get down
Stretchers roll blood on the ground
Betta duck from a pound
Kel tricking Creeping no sound
Throwin the deuce
Gettin loose
Pass me the Tre piz know what to do
Get 'em baptized with his crew
They all go out same way no truce
Bullets flyin
Mothers cryin
23s lace em up now he flying
And there ain't no denying
That they the ones really dying
I can't take it no more
44 wavin it kicking doors Fatboy died on the dance floor
what a shame can't see him no more
And we aiming for ballouts hit his ski
Clear the mall out
Fuck a beat hit the street Make 'em fall out
Take me all out
How ya shootin to miss
Ain't no air balls on this trip
Pray to god that boy skip up
If he do then he do but it's clip
Filthy deeds
Runnin me
Feelin stressed so i puff me a blee
Deuce in the back n they do it for free
He macked up now kobe on a tee
But enough of the foolery
Ain't no pushin me to the side
Say goodbye Beamer put him up in sky
Na they ain't hit none mine
Bozos sprayin ground outa line
Like ask where im at all the time
In my head no won't drop a dime
Credits
Writer(s): Bam Deuce, Mad Maz
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