Fifty Deuce Cut ’Em Loose lyrics

[Intro]
Grrt
Yeah
Know what?
Check

[Verse 1]
I can't even fake it, I ain't got it in me
This sh*t in me, not on me, I feel like I'm Kenny
Down to die for my hood, f*ck the guinea pigs
Glock 20 in my skinnies, it's the Slender Man
Soccer mom doin' tricks in that mini van
Down the 6, we tryna trap me up some new Givenchy
Still blowin' money fast, on my Bleu DaVinci
Wifey want a Benz, thought it was some new Balencis
Speedboat through the bag, it's the pop catcher
Daddy need a new drum, son want a Yacht-Master
Pops want a 'Vette, mommy want a new Bugatti
Way I be choppin' up them blocks, thought I knew karatе
Baby on the way, baby mama kicks Celine
Coupе a half a mill' cash, know I'm rich as cream
Up dogsh*t records like I'm up with Snoop
On the Mile where it's fifty deuce cut 'em loose
What else?

[Chorus]
Been grindin', pullin' all-nighters
In that field, no umpire, lost my bro to gunfire
Off the drank, I'm a drunk driver
Rockin' bustdown Skyler, still trappin' through the wire
Jumpin' fly as a skydiver
Purplesaurus in my cup, weed green as a highlighter
Strapped with that Chinese typewriter
And I was just in them tin mills thuggin' with nine lifers
[Verse 2]
Pressin' up a thousand grits in the shifter
This is not a mop stick, it's a swifter
You or my blick, I don't know which one to swiffer
Just hope we beat you to the draw and paint a picture
Then hang your frame on the wall quick as a fixture
I'll shoot that life up out your head, he Mitchy Slick's [?]
Feel like the spirit of the [?] done took over me
Late night, punchin' on your baby mama ovaries
I can still see the shadows in my bedroom
I can still hear the screams and the echoes
A hundred million in receipts from the Petco
I love that feeling when them keys cross the threshold
Boy, I can cash out and double down the next load
It broke my heart for me to hear that the connect told
(Got the city icy hot, spicy as Ernesto)
Three hundred thou' in the Nike box, these ain't no prestos

[Chorus]
Been grindin', pullin' all-nighters
In that field, no umpire, lost my bro to gunfire
Off the drank, I'm a drunk driver
Rockin' bustdown Skyler, still trappin' through the wire
Jumpin' fly as a skydiver
Purplesaurus in my cup, weed green as a highlighter
Strapped with that Chinese typewriter
And I was just in them tin mills thuggin' with nine lifers