Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your 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 model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

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

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

2: Quavo]
I was playin' with a
Fuck nigga gon'
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' hoes on
In case the bitch tell
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 ain't shootin' at legs
And we ain't at the pancreas
QC, the label
I got a bitch, finna wrang a
the squad down, anchor it
And my money counter

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

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a real
All my on chill
Real gold or ice
Rozay and lean, the seal
Momma I'm movin' to
broke, now I'm good
Three in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this
All bitches yeah they goin'
All money man comin'
All these fuckin' hundreds
And no I don't wear the
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two bitches flappin' like feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm like (?),

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

3: Offset]
I won't take a bitch up on a
Suckin' and then we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw
I'm goin' through it so I away
My wrist is like a blizzard
I think bitch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga been grindin' for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', an image
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 your my nigga
I'm whippin' still, I up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a
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

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