Lyrics:
Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by
When you refer to lil deuce
Call me by ya majesty jumped in the game
An cause a catastrophe
Freaky lil bitch when I fuck try to straddle me
Judge
Flew to Miami I was staying at novo
Seven leaves bitch im rolling up vovo
Sipping my last deuce and I'm looking for more drank
Crack the seal ima pour
And I never moved on bitch I do remember
Had to put my deuce on bitch I'll see you never
Why you always gotta make shit complicated
Never put the wait up
up the deuce
(A-hah)
What you thought was tight best believe she knock loose, knock loose, knock loose
The life-threatening monster hurricane has
of dookie
Do pick-ups in that Lamb truck, do drive-bys in that hooptie
Re-up and take a Bentley, cocaine pale just like Madonna
I keep dog food like
2014 had a mission you finna feel my pain a raging bull still down to ride i grabbed it by the reigns[00:15.58]2012 i left Frito Gang and molded
I'm number one,
So I'm chunking the deuce
That's just how I do
Uh
I done had it all
I ain't fucking with you
Bitch, I'm number one
Who you talking to?
The fuck is up, nigga? (Tre, walk 'em down)
I done told these niggas too many times, nigga (for real)
I'ma keep steppin' on you niggas
Puttin' you
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure
game but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch
I take this game
[Fish Scales]
A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it up, another
Ughh ughh yeah
This is Beanie Seigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas
You know how you
shoot your gun.
Knock them motherfuckers down one by one.
Money on up. It's in your face.
Gimme no lip or get your fate back here. Ooh. Got it
Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth
The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt
rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact
I
on your hoe
And I chuck up the deuces
If you dont like me my nigga then sue me
I put that dick on her when she get moody
Do it so big they dont know what
attention
I swear the shit i'm spitting isn't fiction man
Get out your fucking mind
I swear you need to try it
Put the deuces down and start a riot man
Get
wit them keys, glick by my hip on my face a ski
Run up we uppin & buckin, do hits out a car now we gotta junk it
I'm out back with the pack, Lil Uzi ima
livin' it up
Deuce with the tone and he's switchin' it up
Mixin' it up, kickin' it up
No calamari, but fishy, no duck
Goin' Atari, we vintage as fuck
Can't
an architect, design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool
But still
East Atlanta stand up (East Atlanta stand UP!)
Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Bentleys, big boats and jetskis
Cristal and Dom P', the kush, the PT
Two
games begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin' up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin' through tha hood in his
know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang
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