SONG LYRICS: Hit-Boy “What’s The Deal”
#INTRO
V twizzy
That’s how we comin’
It’s only right that I-
Put that real focus on myself, for once
Real wavy, SC type sh*t
#VERSE
V twizzy tires goin’ skirtt
It’s mayhem
Some of the hardest beats I ever heard
I made ‘em
Some of the baddest joints you ever seen
I played ‘em
Left they ass right where they stand
Straight up – cut it out
I ain’t taking no pay cut
N*ggas telling stories how they up
They ain’t up
I’m married to this loaf, skip the wedding ring
I don’t trust a thing, I’m watchin’ everything
Lift me from the dirt, I was hurt they tried to bury me
I woke up out a scary dream
Thought I was you n*ggas, it was scaring me
It’s smoke in y’all black mirrors
My story realer than most of these cap n*ggas
I ain’t shoot no craps wit ‘em
We can’t hit the stu
We don’t need to stay in touch if imma tell the truth
I ain’t wit the lies, find someone to tell ‘em to
Treat this shit like Peloton how I pedal through
We been goin’ federal ooh
Couple runners in the sprinter (ay)
Dark shadow Rick beanies for the winter (ay)
We shoot first we don’t talk first
Credit cards on me and they all work
Different color stones, pack of Starburst
I don’t look like a star, I look like hard work
What you really know about it (uh)
What you really know…
#CHORUS
Got some old homies, I swear I used to love ‘em
Gave ‘em all a fair shot before I said f*ck ‘em
I had played it cool, now I’m looking for trouble
Wanna reach me
Hit my n*gga Reg
Hit my n*gga Double
#VERSE
F*ck peace
Parked in the alley and they strapped up
Pull a skit then peel off in a black truck
I got slaps, rolling sh*t up in a slap wood
I hit a freak and put the footage on the MacBook
When it come to beats, the beats come to me
I’m like Sonic on the FL, I’m running rings
Tennis chains on my neck, more than a dub a piece
I’m not lying lil bro, n*ggas can’t f*ck wit me
F*ck it
That’s how I feel
What’s the deal
One hand on her t*tties, I got one hand on the wheel
Lover boy balaklava so they can’t see who I is
Brodie bro like SahBabii
He pulled up wit a stick (pulled up wit a stick)
Bag it in the package I just got the tracking
Crack a h*e straight up, ain’t no dirty macking
Who really active, really ‘bout this sh*t
Who get it crackin
They in stacked jeans, but I’m the one that’s really stacking
Show ya ass and imma grab the belt
Took it to the Max B, I think I’m Biggavell
I went GT3 cause that’s just how I felt
They ask me what I’m working on
I’m working on myself
#CHORUS
Got some old homies, swear I used to love ‘em
Gave ‘em all a fair shot before I said f*ck ‘em
I had played it cool, now I’m looking for trouble
Wanna reach me
Hit my n*gga Reg
Hit my n*gga Double
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