Droppin Da Deuce Lyrics

Catch who through the cut, aye go get him some help

Keep the Glock on my waist like it was a belt, bitch

I'm uppin' the three and I'm droppin' the V and its G

Lock gang when I'm ridin' with e, ain't worry about

Nothin', got choppers and glizzies, sayin' they

Posted, we spinin' aint dizzy, hawk-down gang

We ain't shootin' from afar, catch shots like a bar

Leavin' wrapped like Christmas, four different gens, that's

Four different Glocks, glick too loud, it wake up

The block, hear they posted on hunter, we leaving

Some drop, new pack in the air, what you need, come shop

Blamin for gang, these niggas be hoes

Gat too big, keep droppin' my clothes

Put one in the head, when I walk through the door, big

Shit to the dome, make lil' niggas fold, but I ain't

I ain't with cuffin, chat on the net, be bluffin

See him in person, he duckin', these niggas be lucky

On blam, bitch, I got it on me, bangin' the

Glick he, unconscious, I ain't in band

But up it, you know that I'm drummin', all of these

Niggas be runnin', dissing q3 or dissing

On Sheed, gllrtt, bow he rollin' a Russian', smokin

On za , shit fuck with my brain

It was me, Osama, Bo-Boy, in the Rain

You better think, twice for you, play with the gang

Drop a diss, don't spin, we ain't the same

Diss on the dead, that shit leave you dead

We aiming for top never shoot at the legs

Speak on the men, bitch, I'm goin' fed

Fuck all the opps, they goin' out sad

Kani pop a 10 now he really on 10

I'm out the xan twin, let's go spin

I see him, I got hit, him and his friend

Put holes in his body, now he in the wind

That nigga, not gas, that nigga some mid

When I come in the stu, I be high as a bitch

Come on your block, y'all be hiding as a shit

No cap, no bap

We gon' wake up the neighbors whenever we creep

When lil' Tay hop on, ima fuck up, the beat phonk

Throwin' up shit, boy you not in the streets, boy

Your momma said, and we know where you sleep

Trapstar u a bitch, in your face dropped the v

J.J., when I catch you, put you on the T

Said you was on cap, boy, you right down the street

Walk down, overkill, you said, what bout Q3

In the stu with finesse, tryna be on TV

Oh, you dissin' on gang, what you say, where you be

I givem the drop, they gon' creep, where you be

We be droppin' the V, so they droppin' the three

But I catch me a chucky, i leavin' deceased

They cap in they raps, they ain't really outside

He try to run away, bullets rip through his spine

Why the opps getting shot, but, they ass aint dying, like damn

I'm finna tweet, he come on this oneway, get left on this street

If I ain't got my gun, he get beat, out his sneaks

Bro crashed in a tree, and put in a leaf

I done made niggas run, now they wanna beef

How you wanna bang, but you runnin' from me

Like, damn, I'm on the move

I'm trappin' all day, ain't fuckin' with school

Catchem one-by-one, call it duck-duck-goo

Opp brain was good, but the pussy was loose

My bullet bi-sexual, ill kill a bitch too

We hawk down on feet, don't hang out the roof

Freaky little bitch throw the three, drop the deuce

Got the smit on my waist, tryna catch me a goof

It's a little 22, bitch, I'm from the zoo

Heard they post on the block, then we knockin' the crew

Baba flrrd flrrd had to switch up the glizzy

Beat a opp up in school, I'ma leave his ass dizzy

The shit at the bottom, it look like a titty

38-shell catcher, this bitch get busy

Sippin' on Paul, don't fuck with the whitney

Put hoes in his body, now his ass feelin' Windy

Droppin' the dudes, want smoke like a chimney

On gang, nigga

On gang

On gang

On gang

On gang