Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

You know niggas talking about man
I'm bout to fuck 100,000 now
Aye, dang,

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 1: The Kid]
Pick the model in the
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, real
The (?) is chill
bustin' out the gate
You take her on a date
Cum on her face, a mess
More for the tec
with the O's
Take a picture for some
a picture for some hoes
I'm dabbin' around with a
fuck for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was playin' a scale
Baby ship it through the

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
phone got a beeper
It was to the people
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

2: Quavo]
I was with a scale
Fuck gon' tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, tails
block gang (?)
Baby powder in the
a nigga, I'm a player
Then I move to the
Shell no shells
gas in the L
Fuckin' on film
In the bitch wanna tell
Try and lie and say I ate the
We done run up through the clique
I don't really with atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm it
Beast mode, can't it
got the chopper, aimin' it
And we ain't at your legs
And we ain't at the pancreas
QC, the dangerous
I got a bitch, finna a bitch
the squad down, anchor it
And my money counter

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm movin' to
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

[Verse 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
gold or ice grill
Rozay and lean, crack the
I'm movin' to Hollywood
Almost broke, now I'm
grams in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this
All these bitches yeah goin'
All money man comin'
All these fuckin' hundreds
And no I wear the Margielas
And Yeezys on, check the
Two bitches flappin' like feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm like (?),

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3:
I won't take a up on a date
Suckin' and then we fornicate
a dirty pistol, she a throw away
I'm goin' through it so I pour
My wrist is cold a blizzard
I think bitch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young been grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a and a menace
I be thuggin', fuck an
I got action for you actin'
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young nigga
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis bottle your bills my
I'm whippin' still, I cook up (?)
Don't trust no ho cause a gon' be a bitch
Don't no nigga cause it's cool to be a snitch
nigga was talkin too much so it's cool to hit him with clips

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
Trap got a beeper
It was to the people
Momma I'm movin' to
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal