Deucestacks - WTF Lyrics

This shit hard
Aye
Ooh
Aye
Look
I'm back on mu bully
Little bitch
World in my palm
Flick of the wrist
Bitch I'm Don
Scorsese the film
Deniro the play
Then action I shoot
I need Ginger
Right here in the booth
Go Sammy the Bull
If I see red
I don't brake
Brace
Or rest
Think about debt
Nigga come get it
Oooh
Ain't been this turnt in a minute
Bitch you burnt
Watch me skillet
F*ck Radames
And Quiles
I big sip
And that's alright
Yo bitch ain't thick
Bro why?
You here lil hoe we geeked inside
We ain't acting meek tonight
They say
The cost of free is fight
It's good we
Fight for life
Ghetto gospel
Glocks are preaching
No one plans to meet the reaper
No plans for pain to teach em
But oh well
What the f*ck
The block is hot
So pick a crew
Then pick ya tool
Dig your tomb
Scars you have
Won't heal too soon
Force too big
It made wound
Light and dark
My thoughts are grey
Just a rebel
Wit Daddy's name
Fear and anger
Turns to hate
Detachment
I can't feel it fade
Bitch I'm Deuce
And I'm due
To drop and make the city move
Coppers wanna cuff the cool
Only rules no sucker
Moves
Uh
Only rules no sucker moves