The Dealeone Lyrics

Money, boy, shit

Ain't nothin' mad to take over

2019, like, okay, hmm

Blowing on this Za that too loud pack

Smokin' on your dead brother, bring your mans back

When it's time to slide, we in the Hellcat

Walk in the double tree like where your friend at

I look like a million dollars and they smell that

Federal informant on the low key, you spill rat

I've been grindin' hard all my life for my deal back

Don't give a fuck about the opps, everybody gotta die

I don't give a fuck, I'm sendin' niggas souls to the sky

392 for the emgine , or you see the rolls in the night

Watch what you doin' with them pits, cause them bitches bite

So many sticks around like we fuckin' hype

Flunky's in the city, do it for a like

They a hype, do anything just to earn a strike

Amiris on my waist, this bitch is kinda tight

Wocky and the pills, that's his favorite vice

Walk his ass down with blackout, make him pay the price

If the boys flick the lights, we gon' make a right

Chain dancin' with the devil, you can reach a try

Free my uncle out that cell, he gettin' ten of life

Bro in the kitchen cookin' bricks, that shit look like rice

Don't matter if it's scams or the balls, I'm a mastermind

Money boys the mob in the streets, you already verified

Every press tell them niggas now they terrified

I dropped dick on a bitch, now she hypnotized

He was scared to shoot the chop, you shoulda seen his eyes

Royce slide with that rocket, ride on number nine

Hit his ass with that switch, he shoulda picked his side

He wanna wear how he was known and make them mamas cry

All you ain't know, he leave him dead without a alibi

Niggas get up on that stand, they gon' testify

Young Kee passed away, but he back alive