Uh
Please, please, please
Please, wait
Please don't try to compare us to another mad little fad
Make you feel mad little fast
Stress make a nigga grab mad little bags of the gas
High pain, niggas laughin', we ash, then we pass
Father protect my 40 and my deuce-deuce
Never know what I got, you my little deuce coupe
Shawty wild, trippin', tryna throw the coo-coo
I gave it to my dog, that a alley oop-oop
I heard someone said somethin' about a sick sight
With all respect, bro, we cool on the dick rise
If I can make that shit grow then I'ma kill it
Only pointin' my gun at the guy in the mirror
Russian Roulette, I'm just aware it was a dare
You be the scaredest, buried and jerried imperialist
You should be very embarrassed, I dare a nigga to test
This rap inside my intestines, I'm fully built with a blessing (yeah)
But you my little deuce coupe, they don't know what I got
I got a little deuce-deuce, put a hole in yo' ass, uh
You need to chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at, uh
I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got
22, put a hole in yo' ass, uh, shit
You better chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at
But you don't know where you at, yeah
Uh, I guess she could have left a deal when they cut up the spades
Keep quiet, keep quiet, this the bustin' brigade
Or they gon' lock your ass up and they gon run with the cage
I had to buy it cause I got it just to shit on the pain
The competition really nada, they just caught in the rain
They just caught up like you, deuce-deuce to the brain
But you know, I don't really fuck with none of these rogues
I don't really fuck with none of these rogues
No, no, I don't really fuck with nan', none of these thangs
Trust 'em far as I could pop a lil' slug, it's prolly because
My name hold weight like it's caught in the mud
You see my dad and my momma be the cause of the blood
They tell me freedom be the cost of my blood
Now what you need son? I know your problems by name
Now is it treason? Or what they offered to us
The semi-auto turn your torso into hemispheres
That said, the sad, I made mistakes
I'm better now, see baby cakes
I'm sheddin, I can't blame the snakes
Won't let me out, they run away
And Lord, I know, the judge's tongue gon' burn today
'Cause he don't know what he be talkin anyway, though
Deuce-deuce on the playground, like
Gon' head get down, child
Said gon' head get down
But you my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got
I got a little deuce-deuce, put a hole in yo' ass, uh
You need to chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at, uh
I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got
22, put a hole in yo' ass, uh, shit
You better chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at
But you don't know where you at, yeah
Sandwiched in between death and birth
I'm a young kielbasa with the works
Lip lockin' with a young pill popper
And I'm certain the cotton mouth wanna fake the squirt (oh no)
Only one way to test, Holy Moly, impressed
Only fumes of the medical occupying my chest
I've been eating my vegetables, I've been getting my rest, whoo
The kingdom is coming, now is the time to invest
Fair warnin', pardon me, it's the petty me telling me
That I should call every ex and try to fuck 'em as an X-list celebrity
Just don't let me choke you 'cause I doubt if I'ma let you breathe
Hard to believe I collected all them felonies, huh?
I'm a better me now (I'm a better me now)
Me and my two niggas, "Oh brother, where art thou?"
While minding my own business, like "Officer, calm down"
We all got cameras on our phone, you 'bout to get called out (get 'em)
Got my little deuce coupe you don't know what I got
Can't catch me, they'll throw at the cops
You need to chill, you don't know where you at
You don't know where you at
I'm a little deuce coupe, know what I got
Big chew, put a hole in your mouth (whoo, whoo, whoo)
You need to chill, you don't know where you at, whoo
You don't know where you at, you don't know where you at (yeah)
But you my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got
I got a little deuce-deuce, put a hole in yo' ass, uh
You need to chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at, uh
I'm in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got
22, put a hole in yo' ass, uh, shit
You better chill, you don't know where you at, dawg
You don't know where you at
But you don't know where you at
Yeah