Forty Deuce

[Chorus]

I’m that **** in my city don’t you question it

I keep a bad bitch my mom think I’m a pessimist

They know it’s precipitation every time we step in it

So call that bottle girl and tell em get our section lit

We gone make the club go up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid

Club goin up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid

[Verse 1]

Squad going up

Nobody touchin work now

Been through some pain

I seen the rain

I told the gang that

You could finally put those Percs down

I put my **** all in gems

And they don’t even work out

Told my baby mother how I love her

Made her suffer

You could finally get that Berk now

Tell Ace to bring the vibes

We about to make it shoot

It’s a blessing so much bottles in my section

This shit look like Forty Deuce

[Chorus]

I’m that **** in my city don’t you question it

I keep a bad bitch my mom think I’m a pessimist

They know it’s precipitation every time we step in it

So call that bottle girl and tell em get our section lit

We gone make the club go up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid

Club goin up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid

[Verse 2]

For some Mike Amiri jeans

I was selling Mary Jane

Member we was mobbin with our Biggies

And our canes

Rest In Peace to Pook for you forever pour out drink

And we gone go to war if no respect put on your name

I been working to the grave for some diamonds on my chain

Promise so much water Noah’s Arc couldn’t sustain

Going through depression smile to keep that shit contained

Life been getting better so right now I can’t complain

‘Less they book me for a show

Tell ‘em thats it’s lit

Imma need some passes for my ****

And some bottles for these bitches in the VIP

[Chorus]

I’m that **** in my city don’t you question it

I keep a bad bitch my mom think I’m a pessimist

They know it’s precipitation every time we step in it

So call that bottle girl and tell em get our section lit

We gone make the club go up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid

Club goin up on a Monday

I came so far from trappin on that one way

They ain’t want me back inside my bum days

Now she on my body cause I’m dumb paid