Deuce & Fanta Warhol.SS (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Warhol.SS]
Yuh, yuh
You know what I'm sayin'
Yuh, yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray, Warhol.SS]
Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions
I'm making shit happen, I'm not with the panicking
I'm deep into fashion, it's not from a mannequin
You pull up and cash it, I ship it and handle it (Yeah)
I peel off in some fashion, hoe this engine a stallion, yeah
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian
[?], all this water from Africa
My car made by the Germans, take these hoes on excursions

[Verse: Babyface Ray, Warhol.SS]
Lookin' at the pill, tryna take it
If the love real I break it
Know a nigga good like [?]
Ion trust me no faker
If you really trill you ain't even gotta say it
Rule number one nеver hide wherе you live
[?] the rubber bands all for the [?]
Rubber band wrist 'fore a nigga had a watch
Street Fighter II just niggas from the [?]
I'ma go to far when they pass me the rod
I'm a rich young nigga sending bands to the block
S580 there's whole lotta space here
Most of these niggas is tasteless
You can be with it, she face bitch
I got more straps than some [?]
Thug with my niggas that can't switch
We in it forever
Don't put your hands on this Gallery leather
Mix it together like Hamburger Helper
[?]
Chrome Heart crosses to fight off the devils
I pop a bean in that hoe like a sensu
You ain't feedin' your vultures then you on a menu
My team tweakin, I'm crashing the rental
Give a fuck 'bout a ride, the fuck is a [?]
I'ma ride with my motherfuckin' dawgs like a kennel
Fuck up whatever, they pay incidentals