Deal

(アルバム： Kill Bill, Vol. 1 - 2017)

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