Get Crunk or Get Stomped Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Duke Deuce]
Huh its the mothaf*ckin king of crunk n*gga you either gonna get crunk or get stomped know what im saying real crunk start sh*t n*gga I'm taking over the mothaf*ckin year 2021 eyes on me b*tch lets go n*gga

[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
Let me reintroduce myself, b*tch it's Duke Deuce
And I am not one of them, b*tch I'm that dude
It's only one triple M and it's not two
You f*ckin with the other side we can collide too
Keep that toolie for that beef, and the fries too
Soul Train Killas, watch a n*gga slide through
With my brother, right or wrong, imma ride too
And don't sneak diss me in no song imma find you
They say "duke you gonn' losе your friends" I'm losin' everybody
I wish I had tеn middle fingers that's for everybody
And I really don't give a f*ck bout what they say about me
But once they speak down on my daughter I ain't gonn' play about it
If you p*ss me off you gonna have to shoot the AK about it
Look both ways about it, paranoid up late about it
We don't water down that [?] we crazy about it
I'm Master P about my rap b*tch I'm bout it bout it
All my n*ggas they some rebels and they real rowdy
That ain't this and this ain't that your sh*t real cloudy
b*tch I'm crunk and I'm proud and I'll say it loudly
Trying to ride my coat tails you can't hang round
Quickest shotgun in the world made by Fostech
A couple of boom boom boom booms to wipe his whole set
My designer mix and match we rock the whole set
You follow whoever gave you crumbs you a whole pet
[Chorus]
Get crunk or get stomped
Get crunk or get stomped
Get crunk or get stomped
Get crunk or get stomped

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
Ridin down seven drive gettin' head hoe
Throwing up my signs you know what it is fo
Get hit with this ocean bet a n*gga hit a note
If you a cokehead then say that, you dont want no smoke
I'm seeing dollar signs in my OG Versace Locs
If she don't f*ck me now she gonn' regret it later though
I'm used to people made at me, I ain't phased no more
Can't do no threesome on the road, I can't trust a hoe
Ain't fat b*tch I'm sexy call me Duke Deuce Bigelow
A beast up in the bed, come and suck my piccolo
Keep cash apping yo hoe she just gonn' pay my bill with those
Gas up and hit the road come get some di*k for 4's
I know that I'm a rich n*gga but still be milking hoes
Know your n*gga hate me but bet he feel me though
You're running from that gun smoke, I'm more like vamonos
My aim on honor roll, get slammed like dominoes

[Outro]
WHAT THE FUUUUCK
AYE AYE
Get crunk or get stomped
Get crunk or get stomped b*tch