Текст песни What's the Deal? - HIT BOY

(Hit-Boy) V-Twizzy
That's how we comin'
It's only right that I like
Put that real focus on myself, type shit, for once
Real wavy, SC, type shit

V-V-V-Twizzy, tires goin' skrrt, it's mayhem (skrrt-skrrt)
Some of the hardest beats I ever heard, I made 'em (yeah)
Some of the baddest joints you ever seen, I played 'em
Left they ass right where they stand, straight up (straight up)

Cut it out, l ain't takin' no pay cut (nope)
Niggas tellin' stories how they up, they ain't up (psh)
I'm married to this loaf, skip the weddin' ring (bands on me)
I don't trust a thing, I'm watchin' e'rythin'

Lift me from the dirt, I was hurt, they tried to bury me
I woke up out a scary dream, thought I was you niggas, it was scarin' me
It's smoke in y'all black mirrors (can't relate)
My story, realer than most of these cap niggas, I ain't shoot no craps wit' 'em

We can't hit the stu' (can't hit the stu')
We don't need to stay in touch if I'ma tell the truth (tell the truth)
I ain't with the lies, find someone to tell 'em to (tell 'em to)
Treat this shit like Peloton, how I pedal through, we been goin' federal, ooh (ay)

Couple runners in the sprinter (ay)
Dark shadow, Rick beanies for the winter (ay)
We shoot first, we don't talk first (word)
Credit cards on me and they all work (they all work)

Different color stones, pack of Starburst (Starburst)
I don't look like a star, I look like hard work (hard work)
What you really know about it? Uh?
What you really know?

(You feelin' alright out there?)
We gon' get it done
Get it done, yeah

Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em (I used to love 'em)
Gave 'em all a fair shot before I said, "Fuck 'em"
I had played it cool, now I'm lookin' for trouble
Wanna reach me? Hit my nigga Reg', hit my nigga Double (brrt)

Fuck peace (dancin' on graves), parked in the alley and they strapped up (dancin' on graves)
Pull a skit then peel off in a black truck (dancin' on graves)
I got slaps, rollin' shit up in a Slapwood (da-dancin' on graves)
I hit a freak and put the footage on the MacBook (da-dancin' on graves to the music I made)

When it come to beats, the beats come to me (come to me)
I'm like Sonic on the FL, I'm runnin' rings (brrt)
Tennis chains on my neck, more than a dub a piece
I'm not lyin', lil' bro, niggas can't fuck with me

Fuck it, that's how I feel, what's the deal? (Hey)
One hand on her titties, I got one hand on the wheel
Lover boy balaklava so they can't see who l is
Brodie bro, like SahBabii, he pulled up with a stick (wit' a stick)

Bag it in the package, I just got the trackin' (got the trackin')
Crack a ho straight up, ain't no dirty mackin' (ain't no dirty mackin')
Who really active? Really 'bout this shit? Who get it crackin'? (Get it crackin')
They in stacked jeans, but I'm the one that's really stackin' (hey)

Show ya ass and I'ma grab the belt (grab the belt)
Took it to the Max B, I think I'm Biggavell (Max)
I went GT3 'cause that's just how I felt
They ask me what l'm workin' on, I'm workin' on myself

Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em (dancin' on graves)
Gave 'em all a fair shot before I said, "Fuck 'em" (da-dancin' on graves)
I had played it cool, now I'm lookin' for trouble (da-dancin' on graves)
Wanna reach me? Hit my nigga Reg', hit my nigga Double (da-dancin' on graves to the music I made)

Da-dancin' on graves
Dancin' on graves
Da-dancin' on graves to the music I made
Dancin' on graves to the music I made