5 Deuce - 4 Tre Lyrics - Singles - Backbone

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm border, grit on that killer 

They call it Front Street, nobody know about it 

He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight 

You see him post up in the cut, how many? 

I ain't servin' nothin' but good products 

I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang 

I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin', nothin' but pain 

Keep the Chevrolet funked out 

I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out 

I come through, tear that thang up 

Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up 

You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines 

Mr. F.F., I'm a stay bright every time 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime 

Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line 

Over time, like Dental, seein' green with the grill 

Super clean see a gleam through the windshield 

It's everyday like the clock tick 

Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit 

It's off limits baby, you see the hand stiched material 

Workin' the original inertial 

I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk 

I step on stage and get the whole place crunch 

Always guarantee freind-shh y'all 

You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all 

Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice 

Set these down, then I'm gone 

One more shot cause I'm on tonight 

I shook another fifty-two 

Now tell me what do they wants to do? 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I could fly these sucka ducks with the right dosage 

Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him 

Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym 

Shorty told you what it is when you come through here 

This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me 

Tell him, ain't nothin' boy, is you the police 

When I put the mic down they say they found residue 

And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse 

Blow smoke up out the roof, they ain't got no proof 

Six-eights, skate Decatur, them boys blue, I'm sayin' 

Go getcha ass bread, ya understand 

Man these suckers think I'm playin' 

(Man they puffin' weed) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) 

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre 

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) 

Five, deuce, four, tre 

Shawt, shawty