[Intro]
(Binsu)
[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
Ridin' in a truck, yawk tucked in my nuts
P's in the back, alcohol in my gut
Young buck keep a slut, gotta catch a nut
Left hand grip her hair, right thumb in her butt
Gotta keep a Crunk pump stashed in the cut
For a punk, just in case a nigga try to get tough
12, woop-woop, we fucked out of luck
But I'm M-M-M, so you know I'm gon' buck
Flying like a bird, fishtail when I swerve
Off-road wheels, give a fuck 'bout a curve
Hoes love a Memphis nigga when he say music
Walk like a Mack and I talk with a slur
Fool with the strap, nigga, fuck what you heard
Cool with the yak, I ain't gotta sip syrup
I don't like a ho who talk too much 'cause a ho that talk be good for the word
Yeah, baby girl, I'ma black haven gangster
Where I come from they be twistin' up fingers
Pimpin', no simpin', everything be dangеrous
Skipping school, running from the police, bangin'
Boom-boom-boom, police at my grandma door, middlе school, got caught with a O
Police ask me how tall I was, I told that bitch I was seven foot four
G I live, G I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Nigga thought he was gon' diss my street, I walked outside, beat his ass to the floor
Good with my hands and I'm good with my fingers, so either way I cannot go like a ho
The buckiest of buckiest, the crunkiest of crunkiest, to keep it one-hundred, don't play with me, ho (What the fuck!)
(Binsu)
[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
Ridin' in a truck, yawk tucked in my nuts
P's in the back, alcohol in my gut
Young buck keep a slut, gotta catch a nut
Left hand grip her hair, right thumb in her butt
Gotta keep a Crunk pump stashed in the cut
For a punk, just in case a nigga try to get tough
12, woop-woop, we fucked out of luck
But I'm M-M-M, so you know I'm gon' buck
Flying like a bird, fishtail when I swerve
Off-road wheels, give a fuck 'bout a curve
Hoes love a Memphis nigga when he say music
Walk like a Mack and I talk with a slur
Fool with the strap, nigga, fuck what you heard
Cool with the yak, I ain't gotta sip syrup
I don't like a ho who talk too much 'cause a ho that talk be good for the word
Yeah, baby girl, I'ma black haven gangster
Where I come from they be twistin' up fingers
Pimpin', no simpin', everything be dangеrous
Skipping school, running from the police, bangin'
Boom-boom-boom, police at my grandma door, middlе school, got caught with a O
Police ask me how tall I was, I told that bitch I was seven foot four
G I live, G I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho
Nigga thought he was gon' diss my street, I walked outside, beat his ass to the floor
Good with my hands and I'm good with my fingers, so either way I cannot go like a ho
The buckiest of buckiest, the crunkiest of crunkiest, to keep it one-hundred, don't play with me, ho (What the fuck!)
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