Duecey - Quarantine Lyrics

It's a epidemic still got work for you
If you try to slide it won't work for you
Choppa got a ass make it twerk for you
Stop playing i ain't finna pop this perc for you

Say she wanna f*ck give that skirt to me
Hit the road and stuff a bunch of Percs for me
Dawgs slimey they grab sticks and go murk for me
For a script they a put you on a shirt for me

Bro got the bows I got 1 os if you need it
Drac a lay em down like he on a temperpedic
Heard his mans died yesterday know he heated
Said she wanna f*ck on lil Duecey told her beat it

Momma told me that I'm a demon I believe it
Hoes think I'm a blessing better go pray to Jesus
Think I'm finna give her ass some money cause she seen it
Yea I want the pussy but I promise I don't need it

Tryna cut me off he get spilled now he bleeding
His Og saw that shit on Fox News now she grieving
I make business moves ain't no secret I'm a genius
In all black with sharks you can call me Willie Beamen

Running through the field you get spint tryna tackle
Grabbing on my divk my jeans rip imma smack you
Bitch don't give me lip can I hit with no hassle
She gone say u hun cause this bitch a lil rascal

It's a epidemic still got work for you
If you try to slide it won't work for you
Choppa got a ass make it twerk for you
Stop playing i ain't finna pop this perc for you

Say she wanna f*ck give that skirt to me
Hit the road and stuff a bunch of Percs for me
Dawgs slimey they grab sticks and go murk for me
For a script they a put you on a shirt for me

Glock come wit a dick and the at come sit titties
Can't come to the trap cause I heard that boy a Mickey
Would've ducked yo bitch but her clit was smelling fishy
Xd on me boy I draw with sticks like Walt Disney

Ex bitch called while I was off bar oops I missed it
Hollow hit his car smacked the wall now he dizzy
Sick of doing fraud dodging the law getting too risky
100 For 10 grams just charged a ham like 250

Sick the piece declined now he mad at me
Let my dawg hold 5 he brought 6 right back to me
Stick part of the kit so don't think you jacking me
Million dollar pick these hoes tryna raffle me

If you ain't dondadas I can't rock with you
We got gloves but don't think I'm finna box with you
Caught a slug now he dying in a hospital
That's yo blood it's only right he getting popped with you

It's a epidemic still got work for you
If you try to slide it won't work for you
Choppa got a ass make it twerk for you
Stop playing i ain't finna pop this perc for you

Say she wanna f*ck give that skirt to me
Hit the road and stuff a bunch of Percs for me
Dawgs slimey they grab sticks and go murk for me
For a script they a put you on a shirt for me

Always with the drac like I know this nigga Wayne
Dog tryna purp be we know the nigga lame
Copping pleas on insta he just in it for the fans
I would tell you who but I don't know the nigga name

We just took his sticks now this nigga looking dumb
We just bought more sticks so we ready if they come
Ar pistol light it but it feel heavy with a drum
Choppa tripped em up cause the bitch was tryna run

I be in the cut but I ain't with the f*ckery
Won't leave till I touch 10 told gang
Bring a slut to me gotta stack them ends can't be broke and ugly
Opp peeped me and hauled ass cause he know it's stuck to me

Baby saw the buffs but I wasn't interested
Slid her number f*ck I ain't even into texting
Told me try my luck we caught him at the intersection
Threw bullets you dropped back yo dawg got the interception