[Intro]
(PlayBoy on this bitch, but he ain’t playin' though)

[Chorus]
Yea, I got deuces in my cup and I'm (Uh, uh)
Baby girl steady drippin', water (Oh)
Shorty tryna stunt on me, I shouldn't have fucked with her (Uh uh)
Place that bet, I put you in that order
Diamonds shinin' like your make up
Straight to the point when we be talkin', we can't break up
And my love the only reason I ain't change up
We some thugs, they don't fuck with us so we can't blame them

[Verse 1]
Bakin soda for the topic, out the bowl scrape it up
We collectin' the profit, twenty five thousand each pocket
All them in, bring the force and they never could stop it
I don't give a fuck what they hollerin'
Them niggas ain't cut and I know they ain't step on nobody
The shit you believe put the stress in your body
The 40 Glock captivating your knowledge (Bitch, come here)
I am so up that I'm out of your reach
I done ran up that sack and I came from the streets (Let's go)
I done bought every whip that you probably can think
But I seem to can't touch everything that I drink
It done got to the point I don't want you to leave
I don't fuck with that hoe, she be sellin' me lean
Pockets be thick when I walk on the scene
And they even much fatter the moment I leave
She on top and she fuckin' me slow, I get on top start to fuckin' her fast
Fast forward through the day, I'm turnt
Investigation, I'm collectin' them bands
Shorty bad, but I know when to pass
I move in some shit that that metal can't bash
Ride around, 45 that's a mag
E loaded, with a stick in the back
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