Deuce Tre Songtext
von Stephen Jailon

I brought the flow to Carolina
I upped the tag on the Zaza
Grew up in apartments in Atlanta
I got the bag, call me Papa
A spinach bag like I′m Popeye
Woadie got a chopper, gratata
With this swag, I could be your father
Going back, got me thinking "why not?"
Now I'm going right up like I′m Deuce Tre
I got a bale up at Barneys
I done told my lil' flame for that who say
Plus they know we in hella majority
I done went gutter just for the trap, nigga
What you sippin' on? Don′t know how to act, nigga
No academics like a chat, nigga
Only one deep, leave you flat, nigga


I talk a check and I walk a check
These pussy niggas, I can′t regulate
These lyin' bitches, I can′t regulate
I count up 'til them digits be heaven-sent
The king of my gang like Mata
This shit back and forth with it, yeah
Feel like Thugger, my brother in Prada
I′m siditty and geeked, yeah
They ain't even know what I represent
I want that presidents to represent
That patience is not a prerequisite
Shit, I′m finna stay down 'til the money hit
All of these schemes is devilish
All of this green is devilish, huh
You know we mean in sellin' it
You know we mean in stretchin′ it

I brought the flow to Carolina
I upped the tag on the Zaza
Grew up in apartments in Atlanta
I got the bag, call me Papa
A spinach bag like I′m Popeye
Woadie got a chopper, gratata
With this swag, I could be your father
Going back, got me thinking "why not?"
Now I'm going right up like I′m Deuce Tre
I got a bale up at Barneys
I done told my lil' flame for that who say
Plus they know we in hella majority
I done went gutter just for the trap, nigga
What you sippin′ on? Don't know how to act, nigga
No academics like a chat, nigga
Only one deep, leave you flat, nigga