Deuce & Fanta lyrics

[Intro: Warhol.SS]
Yuh, yuh
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 sh*t 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, hoe this engine a stallion, yeah
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian
[?], all this water from Africa
My car made by the Germans, take these hoes on excursions

[Verse: Babyface Ray, Warhol.SS]
Lookin' at the pill, tryna take it
If the love real I break it
Know a n*gga good like Meagan
Ion trust me no faker
If you really trill you ain't even gotta say it
Rule number onе never hide whеre you live
Had to take the rubber bands off for the bracelet
Rubber band wrist 'fore a n*gga had a watch
Street Fighter II just n*ggas from the [?]
I'ma go to far when they pass me the rod
I'm a rich young n*gga sending bands to the block
S580 there's whole lotta space here
Most of these n*ggas is tasteless
You can be with it, she 'Face b*tch
I got more stripes than some K-Swiss
Thug with my n*ggas that can't switch
We in it forever
Don't put your hands on this Gallery leather
Mix it together like Hamburger Helper
[?]
Chrome Heart crosses to fight off the devils
I pop a bean in that hoe like a sensu
You ain't feedin' your vultures then you on the menu
My team tweakin, I'm crashing the rental
Give a f*ck 'bout a ride, the f*ck is a [?]
I'ma ride with my motherf*ckin' dawgs like a kennel
f*ck up whatever, they pay incidentals
[Chorus: Babyface Ray, Warhol.SS]
Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions
I'm making sh*t 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, hoe this engine a stallion, yeah
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian