Deuce & Fanta

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Yeah, yeah You know what I'm sayin' Yuh, yeah [Chorus: Babyface Ray & Warhol.SS] Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions I'm making shit happen, I'm not with the panicking I'm deep into fashion, it's not from a mannequin You pull up and cash it, I ship it and handle it (Yeah) I peel off in some fashion, ho, this engine a stallion, yeah Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian Ammunition in cabinets, all this water from Africa My car made by the Germans, take these hoes on excursions [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Lookin' at the pill, tryna take it If the love real, I break it Know a nigga good like Meagan Goes chase me, no fakin' If you really trill, you ain't evеn gotta say it Rule number one, nеver hide where you lay at Had to take the rubber bands off for the bracelet [Verse 2: Warhol.SS] Rubber band wrist 'fore a nigga had a watch Street Fighter II, just nigga versus the guap I'ma go to far when they pass me the rock I'm a rich young nigga sending bands to the block S580, this ho like a spaceship Most of these niggas is tasteless [Verse 3: Babyface Ray] You can be with it, she 'Face bitch I got more stripes than some K-Swiss Thug with my niggas, I can't switch We in it forever Don't put your hands on this Gallery leather Mix it together like Hamburger Helper [?] [Verse 4: Warhol.SS] Chrome Heart crosses to fight off the devils I pop a bean in that ho like a sensu You ain't feedin' your vultures, then you on the menu My team tweakin, I'm crashing the rental Give a fuck 'bout a ride, the fuck is a [?] I'ma ride with my motherfuckin' dogs like a kennel Fuck up whatever, they pay incidentals [Chorus: Babyface Ray & Warhol.SS] Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions I'm making shit happen, I'm not with the panicking I'm deep into fashion, it's not from a mannequin You pull up and cash it, I ship it and handle it I peel off in some fashion, ho, this engine a stallion, yeah Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian