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[Verse 1: Young JD]

Stackin up my bands
Pull up catch these hands
She hit me up , even tho shes got a mans
She tryna slide, I already got plans
Hop in the jet. white beach with the sands

Young J D, more like Hung JD
Careful gonna get witcho mum J D
Think you have a chance
But you done J D
Always keep that strap
Better run JD

[Verse 2: Mr. Deez]

Running from the cops
I ain’t tryna catch a case
But me and JD
Bitch we gonna win the race
With yo girl at dinner
Take her to third base
Told that bitch “go home”
Ain’t gon’ reiterate
Takin her to downtown
More like to pound town
Big Ugly ass nose
More like clown town
Bitch on me like a dog
Told her get down
Call her green M&M
Cause dat ass be round

[Verse 3: Young JD]

Walking down the street in my NMDs
Don’t got the Benz, gave my boy the Key
Eatin up fillet cause I got hella cheese
Boy yo ass is smelly, better get Febreze

Call me a hydro
These hoes be usin me
They in for the money
They be abusin me
Stepping on my Js I say excuse me
When I’m tryna squad up, nobody refusin me

[Verse 4: Mr. Deez]

Pull up with the squad
Know I’m bouta carry em
Call me a covalent bond
Cause imma barium
JD’s girl l so wild
She thought she gon’ marry em
He walk-in down the aisle with yo friend
On contrary then
Mr Deez so harsh
Bitches call me mean
But when it come down
They wait in line fo da peen
Front of the line
Sits lil ol Racine
I’m the greatest of em all
Ain’t need no time machine

[Verse 5: Young JD]

Everyone here thinks I’m gonna be a star
But not a single one even knows who you are
Thought you were fire can’t even write a bar
Sounds like that boy DJRR

You know Im taller than you
Throw farther than you
In every single way I’m harder than you
Hoes on my level don’t bother with you
Gunna get that cut, nah I’m coming for you

[Verse 6: Mr. Deez]

Stay posted in the shower
Cause y’all always do me dirty
Counting up my hoes
What the number round 30
Even Davis curved that girl
She probably got herpes
She been chasin me for years
She don’t even deserve me
Rapping out my mind
You better believe it
Bars so wild
Can’t even conceive it
Your boys on my block I tell em to beat it
She hit me up once
Now she tell me she need it

[Verse 7: Young JD]

We shoot our shot with honnies
But we always come out clean
I’ll back up off your sister cause I’m going for Racine
I’m getting out of hand, deez has to intervene
Paying with that paper, no polyethylene

Hoes be acting wild, blame it on their zodiac
Deez and I are back
We’ve everything you lack
Counting up the racks I’m spitting on the track
Destined to be great, we’re the next Quarterback

[Verse 8: Mr. Deez]

Been the best for a while
Boutta get tired
Pull up with Donald you bouta get fired
Rackin all this dough
Shits bouta get wired
I’m the man of your dreams
I’m what you desire

I’m out of this world
My flow is confounding
Me and JD
What we do is astounding
If my girl hits you up
It’s cause she rebounding
Oh and by Deez Nutz I mean I’m pounding