Deez Nuts!

Lyrics for Deez Nuts!

Ayy, gang five deep, splash around like the Great Lakes Why you upping funny money? Why you thumbing fake pape'? Helluva made this beat, baby Do that got a CO2 tank? Why the fuck you toting fake Dracs? Shopping off of Alibaba, why you rocking fake Bapes? Karo, Karo, you sipping fake drank Oh, okay, I see what's going on, boy, you fake fake I just made some real pape' with a fake name Tryna act like BabyTron like, oh, okay, you fake James Eating off the banks, but I'll stop to take a steak break Amiris with the bandanas, looking like I gangbang What's that one saying? Sit your five dollar ass down before I make change No faking 201 Plug on Telegram, he speak Croatian Looking for his badge number, heard he giving information Huh, congrats Huh, congrats Congrats, you just played yourself, hang yourself You should take the switch, turn it on and go and spank yourself Yapping like the head honcho, must've went and ranked yourself Wrestling with the monkey on my back, I'm tryna win the title Preaching in the booth, you would've Thought these verses in the Bible You would think she Pocahontas, lil' bitch, she giving tribal Zero losses on my record, Scottie Pippen in the finals B-R-1 and 2 on wax, come and get a vinyl Every time I throw a touchdown that bitch'll spiral Treat these hoes like water bottles how they get recycled I've been traveling all week, this my sixth arrival Bitch hit five, my shoes got blew off Riding with that fah, fah, fah, let's have a shoot off That one shit'll turn your Titi into Rudolph I know you read the shirt, shit, it's hard to cut the root off He was grabbing on the blick but didn't bust and gave the blue ball In middle school I was tripping salmon to the blue hall Man, I really hate it when your boo call 'Cause that's the type of shit that really piss my boo off Street balling, shit, it's time to cut the rules off Pour the deuce to that juice, I'm finna snooze off Talking for no reason, I'm just thinking "Who's dog?" Get 'em out of here Point 'em to the door When it's time for a skit, I'm gon' point 'em to the floor Nah, I ain't pointing at you, bro The bitches 'round you kinda cute, I'm only pointing at the hoes I can't take her on a trip, she get annoying on the road That will destroy a junkie's nose If your stash matched your height, you would be on Muggsy Bogues Shit, my pockets paralyzed but... Uh-huh Yeah Shit, my pockets paralyzed, I walk around with bloody toes Told you that the Quagen break was why I had a runny nose An elbow of Joke's Up, you'd think I'm smoking Funny Bone Got Haribo flavors with these hoes, I give 'em gummy dough Choppa knock the hair up off him, Kobe eight to twenty-four Like, tshh Ain't it twenty-eight to one? Or like, fifty to six? Catch 'em out of town, you'll probably still see Jimmy with blick The way that junkies returning, you'd think that Rizzy the mix Skied up in Philly, motherfucker thought that I was Kwame Motherfucker thought that I was Kwame doing all this juggin' Doing all this goddamn scamming, all this goddamn hamming Ask if it's designer, don't you feel the goddamn fabric? Bro a demon, shit, he swears to Satan Why you selling pints of green? They only cost a pair of Asics If you had the sauce I got, you'd probably have to wear an apron In interrogation with an agent, look like Sarah Palin Got a thing for them light skins, curly hair with braces I can't help it Huh Team player, I ain't selfish Deez nuts Booga wooga wooga