"deal wit it" lyrics
Uh, uh
TopOpp shit
6ix shit
Go
Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it
She say, I be with too many bitches
But I just try to mind my business
Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it
Mama said, "why you always fucked up"
"Nigga, you the mill ticket"
Threw back three of them things, some hours ago
Nigga, I'm still itchin'
It's fuck twelve, the 4.5 hit him
He scream like a K-9 bit 'em
My bro said, he tryna make niggas examples
And I feel with him
Hit that one way throwin'
We pull up down the street, he still tryna hit 'em
Throwin' slick shots in them interviews
I was tryna kill with him
Sittin' at the table, with some white men
Talkin' bout six figures
He was bangin' blood, but now he crippin'
He Tommy Hilfiger
I done let off rounds, and took off out of town, for a lil' minute
Niggas mad
I done turnt up, and made it out my city
I need three shots, to that boy head
I ain't big, I go broke, I'm slimin' niggas down
Give me that Richard Mille
Hatin' on how I'm fucked up
Just thinkin' bout who really with me?
Snitchin' on your man, so why the fuck
Would you think we be friends?
I ran up too much bands
Can't even fit up in my rubber bands
She needs me one glance of all this cash
She tryna pull down her pants
Get blue down, that guy ain't tryna wrestle
Ain't Beasley and Lance
She just got her lashes done
Tryna seduce me
I want a million dollars
She wanna design a two-piece
I don't care to follow her
She might make a groupie
My tolerance too high to die from pills, you gotta shoot me
She get, what she want, 'cause she's bougie
They know our relationship, just like a movie Drop a bag, get a nigga block wet like Jacuzzi
And that's what I'm used to, so I let 'em use me (Uh, uh)
Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it
She say, I be with too many bitches
But I just try to mind my business
Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it
Mama said, "why you always fucked up"
"Nigga, you the mill ticket"
Threw back three of them things, some hours ago
Nigga, I'm still itchin'
It's fuck twelve, the 4.5 hit him
He scream like a K-9 bit 'em
My bro said, he tryna make niggas examples
And I feel with him
Hit that one way throwin'
We pull up down the street, he still tryna hit 'em
TopOpp shit
6ix shit
Go
Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it
She say, I be with too many bitches
But I just try to mind my business
Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it
Mama said, "why you always fucked up"
"Nigga, you the mill ticket"
Threw back three of them things, some hours ago
Nigga, I'm still itchin'
It's fuck twelve, the 4.5 hit him
He scream like a K-9 bit 'em
My bro said, he tryna make niggas examples
And I feel with him
Hit that one way throwin'
We pull up down the street, he still tryna hit 'em
Throwin' slick shots in them interviews
I was tryna kill with him
Sittin' at the table, with some white men
Talkin' bout six figures
He was bangin' blood, but now he crippin'
He Tommy Hilfiger
I done let off rounds, and took off out of town, for a lil' minute
Niggas mad
I done turnt up, and made it out my city
I need three shots, to that boy head
I ain't big, I go broke, I'm slimin' niggas down
Give me that Richard Mille
Hatin' on how I'm fucked up
Just thinkin' bout who really with me?
Snitchin' on your man, so why the fuck
Would you think we be friends?
I ran up too much bands
Can't even fit up in my rubber bands
She needs me one glance of all this cash
She tryna pull down her pants
Get blue down, that guy ain't tryna wrestle
Ain't Beasley and Lance
She just got her lashes done
Tryna seduce me
I want a million dollars
She wanna design a two-piece
I don't care to follow her
She might make a groupie
My tolerance too high to die from pills, you gotta shoot me
She get, what she want, 'cause she's bougie
They know our relationship, just like a movie Drop a bag, get a nigga block wet like Jacuzzi
And that's what I'm used to, so I let 'em use me (Uh, uh)
Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it
She say, I be with too many bitches
But I just try to mind my business
Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it
Mama said, "why you always fucked up"
"Nigga, you the mill ticket"
Threw back three of them things, some hours ago
Nigga, I'm still itchin'
It's fuck twelve, the 4.5 hit him
He scream like a K-9 bit 'em
My bro said, he tryna make niggas examples
And I feel with him
Hit that one way throwin'
We pull up down the street, he still tryna hit 'em
