CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Deal

I had money, way before the deal
Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal
Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil
You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal

Aye
I was gangster way before them Glocks
Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block
For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp
How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top

Mac eleven heaven clip
Hope you go to heaven b*t*h
Ain?t no back and forth, lambo straight up off the dealership
Get some head and then I dip
Stop
All that capping, running lip, I?m echelon
I?m off a zip, like a doll, bye b*t*h
Backwood, just like me, some dirty and a sprite
Let you pipe my b*t*hes twice
My money long it made me nice
I got sh*t I never had, double digits do the math
Bet that b*t*h ain?t go to school, who she pa**ing looking a**
B*t*hes ain?t gon? never pop, but tryna compete
Don?t f**k with goofy n***as, b*t*hes
I like savages freaks
What?s a team with dumb b*t*hes, I be riding with heat
Try to help these hoes, I failed, but they was aiming at me
Cut throat killer b*t*h
Slow, break a kilo
I?m a gang banger
Real b*t*h, bout my pesos
Gotta lay low, feds watching
Wanna take my mans
Don?t you?
Semi automatics, for n***as who be speaking on me
I had money, way before the deal
Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal
Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil
You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal

Aye
I was gangster way before them Glocks
Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block
For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp
How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top

Let?s talk about these b*t*hes, how they capping
Run them numbers up, Asian Doll, I?m never slacking
Girl your really dumb, throwing gangs you don?t know
I?m a real doll, ten toes on the floor
White b*t*h booted and she sniffing all the coke
Roll a backwood, five grams in that hoe
Texas lean gold, pu**y sweeter than a roll
Riding with your n***a he be pressing on my toes
Blow you like a candle light
I get higher than a kite
Bells in the mail
B*t*h you stupid, you can?t spend the night
I got cheat codes to the game, that?s why I?m winning
You a goofy when you fumble, that?s why you losing
Bullets hot like the sun, targets make you run
Put a beam on that b*t*h, target from the sun
All these b*t*hes wanna do is just wash away
How they f**k you ride around with a pu**y 8?
I had money, way before the deal
Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal
Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil
You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal

Aye
I was gangster way before them Glocks
Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block
For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp
How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top