Duece Coupe - Spillage Village, J.I.D, EarthGang

Please Please Please

Please, Wait

(Verse 1: J.I.D)

Please don’t try to compare us to another mad little fad

Make you feel mad little fast

Stress make a nigga grab mad little bags of the gas

High pain, niggas laughing, we ash then we pass

Father protect my 40 and my Deuce Deuce

Never know what I got in my little Deuce Coupe

Shawty wild trippin tryna throw the coo coo

I gave it to my dog, that a alley oop- oop

I heard someone said something about a six eye

With all respect, bro we cool on the dick rise

If I can make that shit grow then ima kill it

Only pointing my gun at the guy in the mirror, Russian Roulette

I’m just aware, it was a dare

You be the scaredest, buried and jerried imperialist

You should be very embarrassed, I dare a nigga to test

This rap inside my intestines, I’m fully built with a blessing

(Hook: J.I.D)

But you my little Deuce Coupe you don’t know what I got

I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat

You need to chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

I’m in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got

22, put a hole in your hat

Shit, you better chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

But you don’t know where you at

(Verse 2: Johhny Venus)

I guess she could have left a deal when they cut up the spades

Keep quiet, keep quiet, this the bustin' brigade

Or they gon lock your ass up and they gon run with the cage

I had to buy it cause I got it just to shit on the pain

The competition really nadda they just caught in the rain

They just caught up like you, Deuce Deuce to the brain

But you know, I don’t really fuck with none of these roads

I don’t really fuck with none of these roads

No no, I don’t really fuck with none, none of these thangs

Trusts em as a far as I could pop a lil' slug, it’s probably because

My name hold weight like it’s caught in the mud

You see my dad and my momma be the cause of the blood

They tell me «freedom

Be the cost of my blood

Now what you need son?

I know your problems by name

Now is it treason?

By what they offered to us

The semi auto to your torso in the hemisphere

That said, the sad, I made mistakes

I’m better now, see baby cakes

I’m sheltered now, can’t blame the snakes

Don’t let me out, they round the way

Yeah lord I know, the judges tongue gon burn today

Cause he don’t know what he be talkin any way it goes

Deuce deuce on the playground, like

Gon head get down, like

Child, said gon head get down!

(Hook: J.I.D)

But you my little Deuce Coupe you don’t know what I got

I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat

You need to chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

I’m in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got

22, put a hole in your hat

Shit, you better chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

But you don’t know where you at

(Verse 3: Doctor Dot)

Sandwiched in between death and birth

I’m a young kielbasa with the works

Lip lockin with a young pill popper

And I’m certain the cotton mouth, wanna fake the squirt (Oh No)

Only one way to test, Holy Moly impressed

Only fumes of the medical occupying my chest

I’ve been eating my vegetables, I’ve been getting my rest

The kingdom is coming now is the time to invest

Fair warning pardon me it’s the petty me, telling me

That I should call every ex and try to fuck’em as an X list celebrity

Just don’t let me choke you cause I doubt if Imma let you breathe

Hard to believe I connect the dot on felonies

Huh, I’m a better me now

Me and my two niggas, 'Oh brother where art thou?'

While minding my own business, like officer calm down

We all got camera’s on our phone, you about to get called out

Now my little deuce coupe you don’t know what I got

Can’t catch me, they’ll throw at the cop

You need to chill you don’t know where you at

You don’t know where you at

You got my little deuce coupe, know what I got

Big chew, put a hole in your mouth

You need to chill, you don’t know where you at

You don’t know where you at, you don’t know where you at

(Hook: J.I.D)

But you my little Deuce Coupe you don’t know what I got

I gotta little Deuce Deuce put a hole in your hat

You need to chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

I’m in my little Deuce Coupe, know what I got

22, put a hole in your hat

Shit, you better chill you don’t know where you at

Dawg, you don’t know where you at

But you don’t know where you at