Deadly Duo

We sound like a deadly duo, Roddy Rodd
I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

Raised in the gutter, I'm hangin' with thugs
Got out the shower, I'm pressin' a jug
These bullets heavy, they long as my thumb
Married my chopper, my ring with my drum

Not in percussion, but keep me a drum
Pockets so fat, like I stuffed them with buns
But he can't breathe, we punctured his lungs
Say they got money, these niggas be crumbs

Packin' a strap in the back
And my niggas gon' shoot like a rocket (ooh!)
And I just feel like a boat
But my lungs gon' get hot like a pocket (ooh!)

Buddy, he gon' need an ER
I will beat the case, Johnny Cochran (I will)
Lock it behind me, I'm gone
Red-hot, the gun, I ain't stoppin' (skrrt!)

Only wearin' up if you payin' up
Try to rob, and I'm sprayin' up
Laser aimin' at your razor bumps
Hundred-round drum, now you angel dust (Roddy Rodd)

Like I broke the bottom, got a double cup (Roddy Rodd)
Rockin' all black like a hockey puck (Roddy Rodd)
Pull a mop out, time to clean it up (Roddy Rodd)
Pop his top off like a Yeti cup (damn)

I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

Ayo, is that that Mexican OT?
You wanted some beef? Lil' busta, you got it
Stuck him up, and then we emptied his wallet
His girl in the air, just like a pilot

She throwin' it back, and she sayin', "Don't stop it"
Let her address it, she ride like a horse
Get a mag of mine, pushin' the Porsche
I took a ride on her, she sayin' the cost

Then ran through her while I be playin' some sports (Huh)
I be in the kitchen, pack it up
We be makin' dishes, stack it up
I be with a whip, movin' like follows
And two-piece, I'm creepin'

Who's crackin'? Come push some iffy
Be trippin', run through your crib
And take the loot, it's the mission
Dedicated to the streets, got ambition

OT pipe me down, that's what your girl be wishin'
But money be callin', I kick back and listen
Money dirty, so I walk with a glizzy
Hit him with the two, and I ain't too dizzy

Push him in the pool, then watch me drown
Walk with that metal, but stick round a pound
Hit him with the MAC-11 if you make a sound
If I catch you tellin', tellin'
You gon' have to catch a round

I be goofin' through your turf, bae
Sittin' in my hometown
Lipstick to his face, now he a clown
Pull out that cutter, make him get back

Breath smell like booty checks, need a Tic Tac
You say you want beef, but in person, chit-chat
Drug dealin' and killin', we really with that
Me and my brother, Hamilton's jumper

He took off the sight, told me to dump it
I pushed him in water, weak rubber duckies
The crackers caught him, before the guy, he lucky
Call a blue light, now we buyin' it, trust me

Takin' a ride to your crib
Slap your baby mama, oof with a ten
And you know I got the llama
You don't want smoke, we got it illegal

Shootin' 'em up like a crackhead with a needle
OT got the juice, ain't talkin' about Beetle
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
Get a shovel, then we dig in the grave

Open the legs, I smell fish fillet
I go home and jack off, I'm just tryna get paid
I ain't worried 'bout lateness, I'm just lookin' for Franklins
Take off on the plug, yeah, I be thinkin' it (huh)

Fifteen rounds in the clip
Take his pounds off the grip (huh, huh)
Pop what a flip, can't make a sound
We gon' zip (huh, huh)

Strapped up like a team full of dykes
S.O.S., yeah, we shootin' on sight
Told my mama that I ain't livin' right
I was hittin' that powder, just to get through the night

I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

I've been drippin' sauce, I can't take a loss
Roddy and OT, my nigga, a boss
Wakin' up early, you know that I floss
I'm sippin' syrup, I can't even cough

I only ask once, I don't like to beg
Chopper turn your ankle to a turkey leg
I keep me a Glock next to my bed
We all gon' ride like a Bible page

And my niggas about that action
Get in the booth, spit heat like a dragon
Kicked out of class 'cause my pants was saggin'
Bitch, I can't help it, these racks in my pockets

And I sell green, broccoli, we heat the scene, talkin'
My punchlines bad, naughty, I keep these bills, Cosby
I'm all in, I'm all out, like some paste but don't copy
When she suck me, she be drillin' it sloppy

No, she not messy, but she call me papi
More like three rounds, rounds and I fuck down floppy
I'm runnin' these rounds like I'm signed to the Jets
I'm catchin' these packs like I play for the Mets

Playin' with these pussies, but I ain't no vet
I don't play tennis, got racks in the set
These niggas know I'm next, my new bitch from Quebec
You ain't my dog, you a motherfuckin' pet
Call me Hulk Hogan, the way that I flex (Roddy Rodd)