Duece Coupe

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