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 bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga 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 bitch

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 bitch

Backwood, just like me, some dirty and a sprite

Let you pipe my bitches twice

My money long it made me nice

I got shit I never had, double digits do the math

Bet that bitch ain't go to school, who she passing looking ass

Bitches ain't gon' never pop, but tryna compete

Don't fuck with goofy niggas, bitches

I like savages freaks

What's a team with dumb bitches, I be riding with heat

Try to help these hoes, I failed, but they was aiming at me

Cut throat killer bitch

Slow, break a kilo

I'm a gang banger

Real bitch, bout my pesos

Gotta lay low, feds watching

Wanna take my mans

Don't you?

Semi automatics, for niggas 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 bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga was a opp

How you ain't a star, I'll beat you at the top

Let's talk about these bitches, 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 bitch booted and she sniffing all the coke

Roll a backwood, five grams in that hoe

Texas lean gold, pussy sweeter than a roll

Riding with your nigga he be pressing on my toes

Blow you like a candle light

I get higher than a kite

Bells in the mail

Bitch 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 bitch, target from the sun

All these bitches wanna do is just wash away

How they fuck you ride around with a pussy 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 bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga was a opp

How you ain't a star, I'll beat you at the top