Bipolar Renz - Deja Vu Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, ooh, Ayu,. yeah, yeah
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the stu, smokin' booth
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu
Old hoes, I don't do
F*ck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, F*ck the rules
I could win, how about you
I go in, how about you
I make sense, yeah, I do
Talkin down, who is you
From the south side, bitch, I throw them 4s
In the cut with another hoe
These niggas ain't ten toes
You ain't on shit, I'm finna hit the road
I'm a lay that iron down, and he don't want no smoke
In New York, I Millie Rock
Runnin' from a cop
She got that straight drop
Knew she was a thot
All red like Piru
Money blue like Crip
Run up and you get hit
Runnin up that check, though
I'ma f*ckin' flex, bro
You gon' f*ckin' hate, bro
That's that shit I don't like
Different color on the ice
Different color, Bape
You can see the clout, either way
If I shoot, then he shoot
In the Stu, smokin' boof
Loud pack out the roof
Hit the party, I get loose
And your bitch, off the loose
You tote sticks, we do too
Hit that twice, Deja Vu old hoes I don't do
F*ck that Wraith, need that Coupe
I'm a demon, you a fool
In that party with that tool
Do my thing, f*ck the rules
I go in, I get loose
I could win, how bout you
I make sense, yeah I do
Talkin' down, who is you