text: K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac
  All that bullshits for the birds, you aint nothing but a vulture 
  Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up
  Youll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
  Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free
  Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
  Chu-chuckin up them deuces
  Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah 
  Told you that Im leaving, deuces
  Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah 
  I know youre mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
  And now Im finna throw them deuces up
  What you mean I aint call you? I hit you when I landed
  Im waitin in my hotel room
  Seems like were arguin more and its gettin less romantic
  Yeah, I think shell be able to tell soon
  But Ill fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
  Ill fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
  I mean, this part of our relationships amazin still
  I might just put up with the arguin and stay, for real
  You lookin bad, girl, for goodness sakes
  You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh
  Im willin to work it out however long it takes you
  You feel like you miss those happy days
  Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timing is wrong
  Your friends always tyin up every line on your phone
  Yeah, but tell them bitches that youll always be my missus
  And the hardest part about the fuckin business
  Is mindin your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
  We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
  Its useless, all this fightin, lets get past it now
  Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around
  Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
  Ayy, look at what we livin in, here we go with this again
  I just keep on talkin, but I guess that you aint listenin
  Rather run around with them nothin-ass bitches then
  Go on, got me hot, smokin like a chimney
  We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
  Deep inside it’s killin me, but soon its gon be killin you
  To see her in that two-seater, know thats gon hurt your feelings, boo
  Ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me by now?
  So you go sleepin with them clowns, they are no relief
  She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
  So love must be let go, released, into the wind
  Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace
  You know what, yo? You a bitch
  You should have a travel agent, ‘cause you a trip
  You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit
  But all you got is some fuckin issues, you fuckin bitch
  I hate niggas, but I love your mom
  Give her a kiss for me, her second son
  Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
  You gonna be hot a little while, Ima be rich forever
  Girl seducers, they come in deuces
  But when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
  Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
  He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch 
  Im stupid, but I wont get my drama on
  What Im dealin with is too real for me to comment on
  Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
  So when you talk bout “you know who”
  I dont know who you talkin bout
  According to my old bish, I be on some new ish
  She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish
  Think I give two-ish? You aint gonna do ish
  Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
  If you knew better, youd do better
  Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better
  So you gonna diss me
  Even though you know it’s wrong
  Know you gon miss me a little when I’m gone
  Drizzy voice
  Now Im ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
  Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
  Im bout my business, boys, plus I make paper
  Come on, thats old news, yesterdays paper 
  Oh, you talkin, what about?
  If it aint how I kept you studded out
  You might as well shut your mouth
  Youll never score another me, Ill shut it out
  Act like theres gum in your hair, girl, cut it out!
  Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one thats missin
  Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it 
  Got a racin Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive
  Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly
  All the charter planes, now I’m talkin ballers slang
  R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame 
  I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
  How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself
  The farewell email from a female
  But I’m a playa, aint gonna tell you all the details
  What it entails is hard to say, like sellin seashells
  By the seashore, but she’s not a bore
  But neither a whore who needs to know more
  The kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door for
  Or run in your favorite store, and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint yours
  I did things for her; aint rich, aint poor
  I wanted to do more, but hell, I just aint know her
  Well enough to know if this is all she came for
  But enough to know tonight excited she came four
  Times to my cousin house to see if I was there
  Get your minds out the gutter, man
  We out here tryna have a good time
  And here I am, all heavy with the words where
  Somebody thats a nerd, likely fast forward
  But, shit, they asked for it
  It’s hard to throw up them deuces
  ‘Cause when you know it’s juicy
  You start to sound like Confucius when makin up excuses
  Chase Cabooses until the track gone
  I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin sad songs
  Im on some new shit
  Im chucking my deuces up to her 
  Im moving on to something better, better, better
  No more tryna make it work 
  You made me wanna say bye bye
  Say bye bye, say bye bye to her 
  You made me wanna say bye bye
  Say bye bye, say bye bye to her