Deadline Lyrics

Oh Lord, and that money stackin' Now we livin' lavish

Ayy, pay so, Lord I thought this shit would never happen

Now that money stackin' Treat this life shit like a game

GTA No madden I told lil' baby you the baddest

I'm talkin' bout beauty pageant Lately we been livin' lavish

And ain't nothin' bout this average I wake up every mornin

Gettin' traffic, get it crackin' I been stackin' up this money

For them times, I ain't have shit Couple niggas say I changed

I guess that what that bag did Used to work at Five Guys

And now I shop at Saks fifth My nigga died, I'm askin' God

Like he in heaven, right? My only fear is goin' broke

That got me terrified They kill lil peso, so spin a block

Don't throw no candlelight Everybody say they sendin' shots

While the opps still alive I can't be tweetin' with nobody

I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard

Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead

When it's bedtime They fuck around, let me touch some money

Niggas scared now I can't be tweetin' with nobody

I'm duckin' fed time I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard

Like it's a deadline I kiss my baby on her forehead

When it's bedtime They fuck around, let me touch some money

Niggas scared now I got that money, I might

Put it on your head now I got that bread now

Invested in some red dots Can't even post up in the hood

Because the feds hot lil bro just got released

He already back sellin' crack rocks You gotta put your all into this shit

Boy, you can't back out You know this life a gamble

Take a chance, but you might crap out Pull up in that Maybach

Now that lil' bitch want some back shots Yeah, I was fucked up

It wasn't funny, I can laugh now Yeah, I was fucked up

Doin' bad, I'm in my bag now Can't wait till I cop that seven tray

Impala pull the rag down We havin' shrooms and concentrates

I'm sellin' hash now

My nigga fuckin' with that fraud He took the fed route

I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time

I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline

I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime

They fuck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now

I can't be tweetin' with nobody I'm duckin' fed time

I'm on that block, I'm trappin' hard Like it's a deadline

I kiss my baby on her forehead When it's bedtime

They fuck around, let me touch some money Niggas scared now