Fukk Deuce 2 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Never scared to take a risk
14 kikk Door on the strip
16 still in Ohio still tryna hit a likk
Still tryna run off on Da Drugs
Deuce, I never had a plug
Niggaa called me last, yea I stayed down
And then I turned to one
A duh
Just stayed in my lane
Outlaw leanin on the plane
Nigga told Dem Folks don't cop no weed
So I picked up Da drank
Shit, I might just be the problem
Keep them niggas out of my face
But really, I just think them niggas mad
Cause they ain't got no pape
Made a small Post
Lil Jokey joke, now I done lost my bitch
My cousin blocked me, went on Twitter
I still don't know what I did
I had blame shinya
Got put on probation as a kid
Locked up for blikk, I moved
And Then I caught the same charge again
Guess I was Da problem
Young nigga was quikk to blame
Juvenile locked up, never again
But I still seen more chains
Told my ma I quit
But I got locked again for totin flames
Bailed myself out Dey ain answer phone
I got to feeling lame
Bitch tamat she love me
Guess I'm trim, na I ain't feelin' that
Know you tryna fix my heart
But nah, there ain't no healin' that
Niggas say he doin' what to who
Nah, he ain't killin' that
Seen that fat bitch at the store
Like, come and take this pistol back
Why every time i need a nigga ain no one to call on
Hit the plug, how many pints you got
Fuck, it need all of them
It hit different
You don't gotta give it back
These all mine
I might sell a pint for four
But sometimes I want fifty-five
That nigga say he killin' deuce
Ain't trim, I tell him, get in line
Super slime
Recess took the five
He dropped it on the slide
Nigga tried to spin
He hit the block
Nigga fuckin' died
I'm still alive
Yo twin on the machines
He fightin' for his life
Crazy used to love Andrea
And now we don't een Fukkin' speak
I get in my feelings with Dis
Pistol and Dis cup of green
Bukkin on my mama
Say Im trim wen im off
Wokkhardt green
Liar said I quit
But I been sleep, I drank a cup a week
Buy another case
Soon as I get the first one in the mail
When you got a lot
You got some room so you can work yourself
I can throw you 8
If you give me five
Then just bring me 11
When I had two pints
And I ran out
I started Karo stretchin
Now I got so many pints
You buyin' more than one
I'm blessing
I just got a case
And I ain't touch it
Cause it came from texas
Nigga workin' for the police
Sometimes I don't feel like texting
But I still run around
With Drank and Blikk
Like I ain't learn my lesson
Never scared to take no risk
How else we gon' pay the rent
Mama think I got a job
But she don't know
These pints is in
Pops think I'm just sippin' this shit
He don't know I'm sellin' it
Run off in the city
If plug Say he ain't mailin' it
Casamigo
She a Freak Hoe
Cappin tamat celibate
Ain trim
Pull up your pants
Hold on
I just want the head
Lil' bitch
Deuce i take a pint
And super Hit it
Espolon anejo
Opps want pints
Like super fuck his kidneys
Finna Grab Da Karo
Pull up to the hood
Put the cases in the trunk
I got sticks inside This bitch
If it Go down
Bet I'ma up
Had a shootout
By the party
Gas was mid
He sold us bunk
Leanin, tryna kill Da bitch
So Geeked i Fukked 'round Dropped my cup
Bitch tear, Dea Go 12
Hit Da whip Iss time to peel out
Ion Give Fukk bout Dis rap
turned up Lil bitch Dont turn me Down
Probation For a Gun
I'm in the hood
With all the blikks around
Took the FN, Blue tip
Green ass nigga had to take him down
Niggas walkin' through the rain
But they be actin' like the sun out
Nigga havin fun
Until they broke and
All the Funds out
Tryna suck some dick
She takin' pictures
With her tongue out
Fuck the nigga
Baby mama
Guess that is my son now
Yeah this ain't no family
Moment
That one shit still standin' on it
I was feelin lil' kee
When he dropped that
I'm so damaged homie
No friend deuce im kinda lonely
FN yeah I got it on me
Might not have no team
But I ain't trim
Because Ben Franklin Know me