Dealings Lyrics

Lil' Brazy in this bitch, ayy

Lately I've been in my feelings, ayy, oh yeah

Lately I've been in my feelings, so many killings

Bought me a bean to deal the killings, I don't want no dealings

Feel like my heart's slowly fading away

My mind be racing, your love is to die for

That's what I've been chasing, she know I'm in the streets

So I gotta swing my gun, uh, gotta protect myself

Cause niggas out here killing the innocent and killing they opps, uh

I know a robber who got robbed, ayy

But he's still spinning the block

A 1900, that's my count, yo, we got it on lock

That's my family, them my brothers

If you dislove, then it's rap

So I talk a sandwich, pull up on you and me on the pavement

We just wiped your nose, uh

Bad lil' shawty, she really thick

You know she taking off her clothes, uh

Leave her heart red like rose, uh

I'm a Jehovah with this rap shit

Call me the Pope, uh

Mary Jane when I smoke, uh

Glock 43 when I tow, uh

Got a new Rolls truck, uh

And you know I'm pushing the boat, uh

Cause I got me high, yeah, I like the flow, uh

Cause I got me high, I like the flow, uh

Percocet keeps me motivated to smoke, uh

I mix the water with the Sprite, it's what I pour, yeah

I mix the Sprite with the water, it's what I pour, uh

Muddle my cup, ayy

Muddle my cup, ayy

I got your hoe in my spot

And she a suck it up, ayy

Too many feelings

Too many killings

Bitch, I don't want no dealings

Feeling my heart slowly fading away, uh

Mind me racing away, uh

Your love is what I die for

That's what I've been chasing

She know I'm in the streets, so I gotta sleep with fire, uh

Bitch, if I'm in the ring

For your love, won't be no time, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I know a rebel got robbed

But he still be spending the blocks

Me and the 19, I in the camp

Yeah, we got it all locked

That's my family, they're my brothers

If you diss them, it's raps

I ain't talking sandwich

Pull up on you, pull up on you

Leo ass on the pavement

We just wiped your nose out, uh

Battleside and she really think she taking off her clothes, uh

Leave her heart red like rose, uh

I'm a Jehovah with this rap shit

Call me the Pope, uh

Marriage ain't what I smoke, uh

Glock 43 without toe, uh

Got a new Rolls truck, uh

And you know I'm pushing the boat, uh

Guns out, got me high

I like to float, uh

Brand new Glock 45

That's what I'm finna tow, uh

Uh, ayy

I been in my feelings

It's been too many killers

Now I pop me a bean to deal with the killers

But now I want no dealing

My heart been racing

My mind been racing

That bag is what I been chasing, uh

Lately I been reminiscing about your love

But lately you been acting like you don't give a fuck

But I'ma just keep my distance

Girl, I really miss the way we used to kick it, uh