Lyrics:
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two
dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast
damn girl girl, you're lookin' real fancy
Girl, come on Deuce's lap, I got free candy
Throw your cups up, we're gonna get nasty
(I know how to make
blood's up on my Polo,
(CHORUS)
YELLA:
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me..
I'm like the BG's I'm gat totin, but this
six deuces by thirty nine
Cause them slugs will take you out the game
A nigga just out sipping and dipping and bending a few corners
And smoking up
when
I be with the homies
218 to 223 we let it loose
Never copped a plea or made a truce
Salute BG deuce t-Stone and Wicked too
Rockin' till they free
Well I just hit town
And I flew in the by the seat of my pants
Well I just touched down
And got me some crazy plans
I'm an ace I'm a deuce
You know how we play
7-11, 4-Tray, rollin' them dice every day
Trap with the K, choppa gon' spit in your face
Put your deuce deuce back away, turn
Side Inglewood Family Gangsta Bloods
Now like Redrum said all dogs go to heaven
And that's on the 4 A-Block 9-Deuce to 7-7
West up Young Leak, Slow Mo,
Ayy, ayy
I'm with my crew them my loose screws, ayy
And no we don't pack no deuce deuce, ayy
Got 4 O's with bout two two, ayy
At yo nose and yo
up, 50, bring the tape out
Man just rev up the vehicle
Rise copper and make them boy there fade out
Deuce in a commercial rave
Big 44 in the yardie
on they body (blrrrd)
Blocked up like it's Tetris (it's terries)
Need to get off my block, you ain't sellin' narcotics
You know me by 30, better not
streets
Reppin' off me, sayin' they chopped the B.G.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich
I
I just wanna sit up in them leather seats
I dont give a fuck bout what you gotta think
Pour a deuce you know shawty i cant wait
Trynna go inside im
Deuce Deuce did it
Deuce Deuce did it
I copped some new denim it's fear of god
I fell to my knees an I prayed to god
Who would've thought we would
On the road less travelled I'm making my tracks
Never be the same, I can never look back
Angels on my shoulder
Devils by my side
Peace to my past
Deuces to my
fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your
gotta end the bickering
Thought we called truce Even flipped up the deuce
I've seen zoomers with more honour than you
Zulu in my veins will never catch
a deuce and I melt
Fucked up all by myself
Fucked up all by myself
Even when I'm lonely
I still count bucks
Fuck all the phonies I got no trust
Said
Just let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin'
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man
Hello?
What's up?
Nothin', what you doin'?
Just let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin'
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man
Hello?
What's up?
Nothin', what you doin'?
Fighting on these demons (These demons)
You catch me in the projects (Catch me in the projects)
If I ain't jets you can catch me up on BG (On BG)
I swear
dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast
Imma pour up a deuce now that's gemini
No you ain't no friend of mine
Shawty blow me like a flute gotta bend her spine
You know how I do, on go with my
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