Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

Rich 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 real

1: Rich The Kid]
Pick the in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, real
The (?) is chill
Bitches out the gate
You take her on a date
Cum on her face, make a
bullets for the tec
Melrose the O's
Take a picture for some
Take a picture for some
I'm around with a bankroll
She'll fuck for
You was to the 12
I was playin' with a
Baby ship it the mail

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

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

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
phone got a beeper
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 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
Real gold or ice
Rozay and lean, crack the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Almost broke, now I'm
Three in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this
All these bitches yeah they
All this man comin'
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I wear the Margielas
And Yeezys on, check the
Two bitches flappin' like they
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

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

3: Offset]
I won't take a up on a date
Suckin' dick and then we
a dirty pistol, she a throw away
I'm through it so I pour away
My wrist is like a blizzard
I think that is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young been grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', an image
I got for you actin' niggas
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young nigga
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis your bills my nigga
I'm whippin' still, I cook up (?)
Don't trust no ho 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: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm movin' to
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal