Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yop, yop, yop
Come on, nigga
What's up, dude
You can't rap, you can't f*ck with me in this shit
Used to play football, I'm quick to call a whole blitz
Playing with the top, we gave him Glock, we gave him full neck
He can't make no money, he on the road, he selling bullshit
I'll knock all you niggas down, we give him full click
Hit the bitch and her best friend, she want some full dick
I'm certified, I'm reppin' on this bitch, I like to fool a bitch
She can't get me, her mind paper, I'm quick to fool a bitch
Honey, how was your day? I like to troll too
Brother quit the poppin, nigga, he don't f*ck with trolls too
Playing with my money, get you hooked, we like to roll too
She dumb as hell, but her brain good, I might just go and throw
You ain't put no pain in, you finna go and lose
Got a pulse, the body hit that block, we finna go and snooze
Six hundred, ain't not close to B, I can't pick and choose
She a boozy bitch, she ain't gettin' dick with attitude
Deuce
Lil' nigga tried to play nice ass, I'm gon' snooze
I ain't worried about no bitch, I'm out here thumbin' through the blues
Hold on, we rock this bitch
Deuce
Six
Guess that nigga like it, now I'm tryna pop his medley
Talkin' all that tough shit and get in that room and get the telly
Nigga wanna be with us, don't leave the crib without your weapon
MTO, 76, all my niggas get to steppin
While I'm bein' to her back, lil' bitch call me a blackie
Hoppin' out with the chop, you know I'm puttin' this bitch to test
They like, Deuce, what you doin? I'm tryna put him in the box
Let a nigga speak, I'll trap you, I'm layin' off a hundred shots
Duh, let that bitch talk, now that nigga block hot
Any nigga play with us, you know that nigga got dropped
Last thing we caught, Logan told Lil' D to take his kids
All them lil' niggas hoes, how you runnin' with your blick
How the f*ck you take my opp and you ain't never on shit
I ain't done sprayin' this bitch until I empty out this clip
Quit the runnin, nigga, dawg, take his breath so that he trip
Leave a nigga by the open, now it's time to smoke a sip
Last nigga bet on us, you know we had to flip his whip
Niggas think they so tough, two-split streets is incomplete
Niggas hoes, IRL, gettin' smacked up like a bitch
Get your opp nigga runnin, chase the dog to the ditch
Deuce
What up, DB
I'm back chippin' in this bitch
Haha, know what the f*ck going on
C-Deuce - You cant Rap (feat. ftoliljet) Lyrics
C-Deuce - You cant Rap (feat. ftoliljet) Lyrics
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English
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yop, yop, yop
Come on, nigga
What's up, dude
You can't rap, you can't f*ck with me in this shit
Used to play football, I'm quick to call a whole blitz
Playing with the top, we gave him Glock, we gave him full neck
He can't make no money, he on the road, he selling bullshit
I'll knock all you niggas down, we give him full click
Hit the bitch and her best friend, she want some full dick
I'm certified, I'm reppin' on this bitch, I like to fool a bitch
She can't get me, her mind paper, I'm quick to fool a bitch
Honey, how was your day? I like to troll too
Brother quit the poppin, nigga, he don't f*ck with trolls too
Playing with my money, get you hooked, we like to roll too
She dumb as hell, but her brain good, I might just go and throw
You ain't put no pain in, you finna go and lose
Got a pulse, the body hit that block, we finna go and snooze
Six hundred, ain't not close to B, I can't pick and choose
She a boozy bitch, she ain't gettin' dick with attitude
Deuce
Lil' nigga tried to play nice ass, I'm gon' snooze
I ain't worried about no bitch, I'm out here thumbin' through the blues
Hold on, we rock this bitch
Deuce
Six
Guess that nigga like it, now I'm tryna pop his medley
Talkin' all that tough shit and get in that room and get the telly
Nigga wanna be with us, don't leave the crib without your weapon
MTO, 76, all my niggas get to steppin
While I'm bein' to her back, lil' bitch call me a blackie
Hoppin' out with the chop, you know I'm puttin' this bitch to test
They like, Deuce, what you doin? I'm tryna put him in the box
Let a nigga speak, I'll trap you, I'm layin' off a hundred shots
Duh, let that bitch talk, now that nigga block hot
Any nigga play with us, you know that nigga got dropped
Last thing we caught, Logan told Lil' D to take his kids
All them lil' niggas hoes, how you runnin' with your blick
How the f*ck you take my opp and you ain't never on shit
I ain't done sprayin' this bitch until I empty out this clip
Quit the runnin, nigga, dawg, take his breath so that he trip
Leave a nigga by the open, now it's time to smoke a sip
Last nigga bet on us, you know we had to flip his whip
Niggas think they so tough, two-split streets is incomplete
Niggas hoes, IRL, gettin' smacked up like a bitch
Get your opp nigga runnin, chase the dog to the ditch
Deuce
What up, DB
I'm back chippin' in this bitch
Haha, know what the f*ck going on
Oh, yeah
Yop, yop, yop
Come on, nigga
What's up, dude
You can't rap, you can't f*ck with me in this shit
Used to play football, I'm quick to call a whole blitz
Playing with the top, we gave him Glock, we gave him full neck
He can't make no money, he on the road, he selling bullshit
I'll knock all you niggas down, we give him full click
Hit the bitch and her best friend, she want some full dick
I'm certified, I'm reppin' on this bitch, I like to fool a bitch
She can't get me, her mind paper, I'm quick to fool a bitch
Honey, how was your day? I like to troll too
Brother quit the poppin, nigga, he don't f*ck with trolls too
Playing with my money, get you hooked, we like to roll too
She dumb as hell, but her brain good, I might just go and throw
You ain't put no pain in, you finna go and lose
Got a pulse, the body hit that block, we finna go and snooze
Six hundred, ain't not close to B, I can't pick and choose
She a boozy bitch, she ain't gettin' dick with attitude
Deuce
Lil' nigga tried to play nice ass, I'm gon' snooze
I ain't worried about no bitch, I'm out here thumbin' through the blues
Hold on, we rock this bitch
Deuce
Six
Guess that nigga like it, now I'm tryna pop his medley
Talkin' all that tough shit and get in that room and get the telly
Nigga wanna be with us, don't leave the crib without your weapon
MTO, 76, all my niggas get to steppin
While I'm bein' to her back, lil' bitch call me a blackie
Hoppin' out with the chop, you know I'm puttin' this bitch to test
They like, Deuce, what you doin? I'm tryna put him in the box
Let a nigga speak, I'll trap you, I'm layin' off a hundred shots
Duh, let that bitch talk, now that nigga block hot
Any nigga play with us, you know that nigga got dropped
Last thing we caught, Logan told Lil' D to take his kids
All them lil' niggas hoes, how you runnin' with your blick
How the f*ck you take my opp and you ain't never on shit
I ain't done sprayin' this bitch until I empty out this clip
Quit the runnin, nigga, dawg, take his breath so that he trip
Leave a nigga by the open, now it's time to smoke a sip
Last nigga bet on us, you know we had to flip his whip
Niggas think they so tough, two-split streets is incomplete
Niggas hoes, IRL, gettin' smacked up like a bitch
Get your opp nigga runnin, chase the dog to the ditch
Deuce
What up, DB
I'm back chippin' in this bitch
Haha, know what the f*ck going on
Writer: C Deuce
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid