Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

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

[Verse 1: Rich The
the model in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, deal
The (?) is chill
Bitches bustin' out the
You take her on a date
Cum on her face, a mess
bullets for the tec
Melrose the O's
Take a picture for hoes
Take a picture for hoes
I'm around with a bankroll
She'll for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was with a scale
Baby ship it through the

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap 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

2: Quavo]
I was playin' with a
Fuck gon' tell
Dab like nails
Two guns, sonic
block gang (?)
Baby in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
I move to the Himalayas
Shell no shells
gas in the L
Fuckin' on film
In case the bitch wanna
Try and lie and say I ate the
We done run up through the whole
I don't really with atheists
on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, tame it
got the chopper, aimin' it
And we shootin' at your legs
And we ain't shootin' at the
QC, the dangerous
I got a bitch, wrang a bitch
the squad down, anchor it
And my money accurate

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap phone got a
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 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a real
All my diamonds on
Real or ice grill
and lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Almost broke, now I'm
Three in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' in this foreign
All these yeah they goin'
All this money man
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't the Margielas
And Yeezys on, check the
Two bitches flappin' they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm like (?),

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap 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

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

[Hook: The Kid]
on your 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