Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

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

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

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap 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 deal

2: Quavo]
I was playin' with a
Fuck nigga tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, sonic
Free block (?)
Baby powder in the
a nigga, I'm a player
Then I 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 fuck with atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm it
Beast mode, tame it
Skippa got the chopper, 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
Hold the down, anchor it
And my money accurate

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

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a real
All my on chill
Real gold or ice
and lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm 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 they goin'
All this money man
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't the Margielas
And on, check the weather
Two bitches flappin' like feathers
I'm hard, I'm like (?), yeah

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

[Verse 3:
I won't take a bitch up on a
Suckin' dick and we fornicate
Like a pistol, she a throw away
I'm through it so I pour away
My wrist is cold a blizzard
I think that is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga been hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', fuck an
I got action for you niggas
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young rich
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis your bills my nigga
I'm whippin' still, I cook up (?)
trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a bitch
Don't trust no nigga cause it's 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 cuff her, I'ma 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