Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
cuff 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 deal

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

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was to the people
Momma I'm to Hollywood
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

2: Quavo]
I was playin' a scale
nigga gon' tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, tails
Free block (?)
Baby in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
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 the whole clique
I don't really fuck with
Crosses on my neck, I'm it
mode, can't tame it
Skippa got the chopper, it
And we ain't shootin' at legs
And we ain't at the pancreas
QC, the dangerous
I got a bitch, wrang a bitch
Hold the down, anchor it
And my money accurate

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was to the people
I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
Real or ice grill
Rozay and lean, the seal
Momma I'm to Hollywood
broke, now I'm good
Three grams in my
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' in this foreign
All bitches yeah they goin'
All money man comin'
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't the Margielas
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two bitches flappin' like feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap 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 3:
I take a bitch up on a date
Suckin' and then we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a away
I'm goin' through it so I away
My is cold like 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', an image
I got for you actin' niggas
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
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 cook up (?)
trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a bitch
Don't trust no cause it's cool to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too so it's cool to hit him with clips

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal