歌词：
Fire Deuce

hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like "What the fuck?" Porsche Turbo, Yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew Rose, feet up, deuce deuce

fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch

Dixie got history You sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires

, it's the up and go getter Huh, you think I'm frontin' then try to get rid of this Beat, we'll demolish in a single day Strike faster than a magazine, ace/deuce

get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire That

good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You

gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash at" {Sheek} you think we shoot his pocket sides deuce

got a hold of me Feeling nothing normal from your body put it on me Not just physically but mentally, andale on me That's why I fly [Incomprehensible] Or that deuce deuce

yeah (verse 2) i'm back with the heat and yes young fire produced it with true spit i get lots of relish with strange music my crew's thick, deuce click