Whats The Deal ft. Sauce Walka Lyrics

Say

No, I can't play

Never did

Look, I'm from Texas

Where everything big

Dreams are rollin

Big body make the big blue fizz

Don't play and never did

Throw choppers on the Benz

Can't ride without tent

Smoke comin' out the vent

Say, so what's the deal

In Houston we spill, don't make drill

We just tryna get the money

And flip it like cartwheels

Big diamonds give me chills

Only move for dollar bills

Round here the guns concealed

I gotta make it to the crib

Big shot, got big knots

Dumb big rocks in my Rolex

These niggas think that I'm liftin' weight

Cause I'm stretchin' work like bowflex

Like Wi-Fi, I'm connected

Trunk loaded up, car bo-legged

I take the pack and dissect it

Out runnin' routes like I'm four-legged

I'm a big player

I break the scale

Train off the rails

I gave these niggas L's

They hoping' I fail

And didn't prevail

The Za came with a smell

The gun came with a beam

Exotic pop came with a four

I poured it up, I'm bout to lean

As soon as you see me

You gon' know that I'm from Texas

Slow music, bald fade

Sippin' syrup, diamond necklace

Can't give a fuck about my exes

Cash out and drive reckless

Flippin' bricks like Tetris

And the foreign, came electric

Look, I'm from Texas

Where everything big

Dreams are rollin

Big body make the big blue fizz

Don't play and never did

Throw choppers on the benz

Can't ride without tent

Smoke comin' out the vent

Say, so what's the deal

In Houston, we spill

Don't make drill

We just tryna get the money

And flip it like cartwheels

Big diamonds give me chills

Only move a dollar bills

Round here the guns concealed

I gotta make it to the crib

Splashin' down, lookin' good

Drop top, Rolls Royce

In the hood

Trunk popped screens on

Overstood

The steering wheel leather

But the dash made of wood

As it should

Droppin' nothin' less than a four

That's how we do it

Really, I'll pour up the pint

Ain't nothin' to it

No trippin

Pourin' up them lines

Know you need a ass whippin

All that punk sippin

Tippin' past address

84's twistin

New Maybach, damn near look like a Bentley

Extra hot sauce on my chicken

Eatin' Frenchy's

Only thing thicker than these horses

is our women

Oowee, I'm from Texas

Where everything big

Dreams are rollin

Big body make the big blue fizz

Don't play and never did

Throw choppers on the benz

Can't ride without tent

Smoke comin' out the vent

Say, so what's the deal

In Houston, we spill

Don't make drill

We just tryna get the money

And flip it like cartwheels

Big diamonds, give me chills

Only move for dollar bills

Round here, the guns concealed

I gotta make it to the crib (Delay - Make It To the Crib 2x)