p. yeadeuce

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

yea, on god, you gon feel when it's smoke
i can pull up on you, bae dropped the loc'
never was duckin' nobody, you know
baby, i'm pullin' the strings like a yo
we got the dough movin' in n out that ho
big ahh ak sittin' on the floor
i can't fcc with y'all no more
btcch, why you tellin' lies to my face?
i'on wanna see yo face 'cause it's fake
i'ma fccn blow the whole fccn place
they be askin' questions i can't even say
fcc with terrence, i'ma pull up with the k
fcc with bri, i'll put a knife to yo face
leave yo goddam body, let it stank
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
fcc around, find out yo life end today

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

btcch, on god, you gon' know when i'm mad
btcch, yea, deuce best friends with a mag
i call bro and he finna spazz
fcc that ho, i'm on dates with a stack
you don't know my life or the facts 
bih, these shoes all white, need 'em black
i just wan' get high, that ain't bad
btcch, i'm ready to fight for that bag
please don't try, you gon' leave in a bag


fccn around

p. kizip

i wan' get big like J. Cole 
big ahh bih, get the fcc out my face, ho
btcch tryn' twist my words like play-doh
i'm tryna build up the gang like legos 
we tryna pull up with Ks, i been hangin' with Turks
i'on give fcc 'bout the Caicos 
btcch say "i hate when you lie", but baby it works
but you sayin' shtt to me and it hurts
who the one that gon' slide, jit, i'm first
dam, how does it feel to get the burst?
i'ma ride with lil Deuce and the fccn birds
rrrl, talk down on the gang and get murked
come 'round with sticky hands, get ya ass booted
it's fent on the round, get ya stupid ass zooted
don't get ya ass hit, overdose off a bullet
boy, you look like a btcch, i'ma knock off ya mullet
yea, twin 'bout pull up in a fccn benz
i get so high, i can't tell none my friends
i fcc my lady, i put her in zen
i fcc that drum, put some holes in ya man
they don't wanna unlock that do', kick it in
my slime always been on go, get it in
all times, i just gotta hope for the best
sometimes, i wanna put holes in his chest
sometimes, i think about how that's a mess
i see my face, man, i look like a mess
God put me through so much, feel like a test

tampa! (prd. sl4yyer!)

*Yo prollem

new bottles

flip it (vench)

rick

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yeadeuce - im sorry prod yashi

Produced by sprkd

I don't chase bags, yeah, they run to me
Chrome on my neck, I got the virus piece
Always watching my step, Margielas on my feet
I made it out the mud with a white tee
Me and my bruddas went through hell to flex for free
Nowadays, me and my main sleeping in Hermes
Talking to myself, but the racks talk back to me

Wanna talk about racks, bitch, you ain't getting no paper
Can't touch my status, bitch, you ain't getting no date
Fuck this bitch under covers
She sucking my dick under covers
That nigga soft as hell, he butter
He a street nigga from the subrurbs
Got my niggas in the back, running pack
No we not Summrs
Spin the block so many fucking times
We go back to back, back to back, back to back
Back, back to back, back to back, back to back

I don't chase bags, yeah, they run to me
Chrome on my neck, I got the virus piece
Always watching my step, Margielas on my feet
I made it out the mud with a white tee
Me and my bruddas went through hell to flex for free
Nowadays, me and my main sleeping in Hermes
Talking to myself, but the racks talk back to me

Talk Back (sprkd)

pull up in the driveway
i'm doin' this shit my way
i'm fuckin' on a slut, i got her ankles up
you know you can not go rack for rack with us
drop a couple bands on sum' shiny but it ain't enough
i lost a good fuckin' bitch, i guess i ain't enough
you don't carry any fuckin' weight, you needa hang it up
told the bitch to lay down on her back, i put my fingers up
i just want the weed, i'on e'en give a fuck if they lace the blunt
i'm gon' be up there
told the bitch to point her favorite spot, she tryna fuck there
if you talm' 'bout money, i get guap, no i aint fucked up
i can tell that you wasn't made for this shit, you ain't cut up
fancy fuckin' smoker, wearin' a button up
face down, and she got her buns up
you ain't gettin'- you ain't gettin' money, shut the fuck up
in that car, and i spinnin' round and round, it need a touch up
huh, if i get to game point, then i'ma clutch up
if i go ahead and give you dick, you needa hush up
slime his ass out 'cause i'ma buss sum'
catch his ass and wipe his fuckin' nose and i'ma bless him

i'on take no disrespect from hoes, i get the next one
raw doggin' bitches in the south, hope you don't catch nun'
if lil' brother passin' me the oop, then i'ma catch sum'

pull up in the driveway
i'm doin' this shit my way
i'm fuckin' on a slut, i got her ankles up
you know you can not go rack for rack with us
drop a couple bands on sum' shiny but it ain't enough
i lost a good fuckin' bitch, i guess i ain't enough
you don't carry any fuckin' weight, you needa hang it up
told the bitch to lay down on her back, i put my fingers up
i just want the weed, i'on e'en give a fuck if they lace the blunt
i'm gon' be up there
told the bitch to point her favorite spot, she tryna fuck there
if you talm' 'bout money, i get guap, no i aint fucked up
i can tell that you wasn't made for this shit, you ain't cut up
fancy fuckin' smoker, wearin' a button up
face down, and she got her buns up
you ain't gettin'- you ain't gettin' money, shut the fuck up
in that car, and i spinnin' round and round, it need a touch up
huh, if i get to game point, then i'ma clutch up
if i go ahead and give you dick, you needa hush up
slime his ass out 'cause i'ma buss sum'
catch his ass and wipe his fuckin' nose and i'ma bless him
