Deuces Ft. Chris Notez - Los

Came up from the bottom it ain’t nothin' bout my hood sweet

You can stop this ballin' darlin' hope you got some good seats

They be on they bullshit, so I be on my cold shit

I live it up and you ain’t slick enough to fuck my old bitch

Haters should salute Los I made it through the loop holes

Looked off by all of you folks but still took off like Badu’s clothes

Never lost my cool though, I stack every dollar up

Pull that cherry impala up with my burberry collar up

Lost my pops, lost my cuz, lost my deal, lost my mind

I lost marty, he lost his girl, god damn I jus feel lost sometime

Everything that challenge me in some weird way jus balance me

Going through the trenches, ill show you who ur friends is

Niggas ain’t real and bitches me a nuisance

And I dont give em time I jus give em dueces

And im rollin wit my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I dont see these niggas I jus, I jus see em later

Niggas ain’t real and bitches me a nuisance

And I dont give em time I jus give em dueces

And im rollin wit my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I dont see these niggas I jus, I jus see em later

No matter how they view a nigga they gon see my cool side

I ain’t trippin my shoes tied, catcha nigga pool side

Better check my resume the homies that I move with

Push a lot of eight balls and never touched a pool stick

Better keep your new chick on a chain and muzzeled up

We walk up in that club I bet them bitches gon' huddle up

Come up with a game plan to be around this fame damn

Now she tellin stories about how she got a lame man

My circle never penetrated, swagga never been de-faded

Niggas get intimidated, bitches get eliminated

I ain’t got no problem long as figures gettin genrated

Rumors dont offend me homie can’t you see im finna make it

Wishin well of wisdom I could take you through the drought

If you gps success it prolly take you to my house

Yea, better learn my swagga everything about me live

Haters suck a dick and die, dueces bitch im out at 5

Niggas ain’t real and bitches me a nuisance

And I dont give em time I jus give em dueces

And im rollin wit my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I dont see these niggas I jus, I jus see em later

Niggas ain’t real and bitches me a nuisance

And I dont give em time I jus give em dueces

And im rollin wit my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I dont see these niggas I jus, I jus see em later