Deuce! (feat. GG Tef & Turbeazy)

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