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Bam Deuce
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I fill up my cup puffin a bleeha
Know wassup move wok I detox
Merch I don't duck move first make beef hot huh
Send that addy he get got
2s up duffin jaws come n get me
Niggas b Buffin balls movin zesty
Parlay In the sec n get deady bring your besties
Then ya gotta (go)
Cuz I gotta skate
Kartier calling N I'm running late
Gotta fill up my pockets dub fun any day
Get some bread coming back home shlappin cake uh
Throw it back for da queso
Dissin the rillas in raps shit ain't fuego
Outside stompin blocks like Diego
Like where the fuck do ya be
I'm on they side tryna drop A MB
And we up ina loop tell 'em come see
call up kp tryna flick at a ski
It's a three man glide when we bend thru they pzz !
Might spin with a baddie flocking out the v
Ya throw at the back board thinking it was me
I could never be lacking ya could come And see glahh
Spin And click until somebody bleeding
Nigga thought i was lacking but i peep em
Bam ina cut And you know dat he creeping
Calling up bando you know thats the demon
Shots to his chest leave a nigga wheezing
Catch me a Ewee leave that nigga bleeding
Catch me a Ewee leave that nigga bleeding
If he run then the laser gon chase him
Said he trend so I'm flockin a blazer
Rolling up markie I smoke him in paper
Too many knocks something gotta beam
We ain't doin no wrestling Becky could speak
Two rights and a left is all we really need
We cuttin them corners walkin through the pzz
He keep talkin hot he'll end up in a splizz
You dirty lil niggas really is some fiends
I'd make y'all mother lick me on her knees
111 be the lands we movin as a team
And let's talk the facts cuz you know Bando B
Ddot got stomped for thinkin shit was sweet
Gbaby caught one and thought that we ain't peep
Still free pimmy makks is gettin beat
We breakin up party's fuck a Three man weave