Deuce! ft. GG Tef & Turbeazy Lyrics

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