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Yeah, Deuce
My bad, I been sippin
I ain't even see you call
You ain't gotta look too hard if
You wanna see me ball
If you ain't got the bag for real
Then you need to knock it off
I'm the plug, if it's too
Much on the price, i'll knock it off
Pulled up to the bar
But I just left the trenches
In this bitch shootin threes
Should've played for the Pistons
Rest in peace baking soda
He the only thing that's missing
Bro gon go up top on you for
The free cause that's my nigga
One time for the hoes cause
They love when I whisper
You done ran out of money or some'
Nigga? What's the issue?
My niggas keep it rеal always
That's the differencе
Nigga, that bitch bad
I need another thousand singles
That bitch ain't thick
She just fucking with the angles
If you play your role with me
You can go fuck with the angels
Got the head from the bitch and I told her
Stay dangerous
My lil nigga should've got a job paintin
He'll paint you
Better get a raincoat if I'm
In the club rainin
If I need a nigga head chopped off
They gon arrange it
Put a nigga on the news since
His ass wan be famous
Shoot the dick all upside the
Bitch head, she said, thank you
Lil bro ain't OVO, but if I tell him
He'll Drac you
Told the bitch, Don't take a
Sip of this cup, it's gon spank you
Bitch, I'm signed to the streets
These record labels try to rape you
Way before this rap shit
I seen a million on the table
I'm pourin up Tris, argue with my bitch
My bank account lit
I got all these blues in
My pocket like a Crip
He think it's only thirty
But I bought an extra clip
She thought it was just me
But I brought a extra bitch
If I let you pull up to the spot
Then it's mandatory
I can call Seal cause I know
He always got em for me
I ain't got to get my hands dirty
It get handled for me (Tuh)
Sitting on five hundreds
Going for the thirty five
I just drunk a whole pint of
Wock and I'm still alive
I just hit the sto and
I'm looking for the quinine
Drank had me up
But the Percocets turned me down
We fuckin' from the back
You ain't even gotta turn around
Hit a nigga ass with the suppressor
They ain't heard a sound
You could tell this one a Cat
You can hear it growl
Sippin' on this drank
I wish Pimp C could see me now
Brand new Amiri jeans on with the FN on me
A hundred K now
Used to walk around with ten on me
Bad bitch stay out of town
She gon' send for me
Pick me up from the airport
Put the head on me
My migos gon make sure I'm loaded
I just popped a RP, got me floatin
Nigga, you can book me if you
Want to see some motion
Need a muzzle for this new dog I got
It's ferocious
Niggas always in the streets
Claiming that they plugged in
I understand you got a bag to show
That don't mean shit to me, no ooh
Niggas always in the streets
Claiming that they plugged in
I understand you got a bag to show
That don't mean shit to me, no ooh