Текст песни Real Deal (feat. Migos) - Migos , Rich The Kid
You
know
niggas
talking
about
this
man
I'm
bout
to
fuck
100,
000
right
now
Aye,
dang,
woah
Fuck
on
your
bitch
and
I
leave
Can't
cuff
her,
I'ma
mistreat
her
Trap
phone
got
a
beeper
They
was
talkin'
to
the
people
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
Pick
a
model
in
the
hills
Wrist
froze,
neck
chill
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
Pick
the
model
in
the
hills
Percocet,
pop
a
pill
I
got
the
hundreds,
real
deal
The
Rollie,
the
boogers
is
real
chill
Bitches
bustin'
out
the
gate
You
would
take
her
on
a
date
Cum
on
her
face,
make
a
mess
More
bullets
for
the
tec
Melrose
with
the
O's
Take
a
picture
for
some
hoes
Take
a
picture
for
some
hoes
I'm
dabbin'
around
with
a
bankroll
She'll
fuck
for
Chanel
You
was
talkin'
to
the
12
I
was
playin'
with
a
scale
Baby
ship
it
through
the
mail
Fuck
on
your
bitch
and
I
leave
Can't
cuff
her,
I'ma
mistreat
her
Trap
phone
got
a
beeper
It
was
talkin'
to
the
people
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
Pick
a
model
in
the
hills
Wrist
froze,
neck
chill
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
I
was
playin'
with
a
scale
Fuck
nigga
gon'
tell
Dab
sharp
like
nails
Two
guns,
sonic
tails
Free
block
gang
(?)
Baby
powder
in
the
mail
Finesse
a
nigga,
I'm
a
player
Then
I
move
to
the
Himalayas
Shell
catches
no
shells
Cookie
gas
in
the
L
Fuckin'
hoes
on
film
In
case
the
bitch
wanna
tell
Try
and
lie
and
say
I
ate
the
bitch
We
done
run
her
through
the
whole
clique
I
don't
really
fuck
with
atheists
Crosses
on
my
neck,
I'm
bankin'
it
Beast
mode,
can't
tame
it
Skippa
got
the
chopper,
aimin'
it
And
we
ain't
shootin'
at
your
legs
And
we
ain't
shootin'
at
the
pancreas
QC,
the
label
dangerous
I
got
a
bitch,
finna
wrang
a
bitch
Hold
the
squad
down,
anchor
it
And
my
money
counter
accurate
Fuck
on
your
bitch
and
I
leave
Can't
cuff
her,
I'ma
mistreat
her
Trap
phone
got
a
beeper
It
was
talkin'
to
the
people
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
Pick
a
model
in
the
hills
Wrist
froze,
neck
chill
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
All
my
diamonds
on
chill
Real
gold,
ice
grill
I'm
sipping
lean,
crack
the
seal
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
I
was
broke,
now
I'm
good
Three
grams
in
my
wood
Yeah
I
got
it
out
the
mud
I'm
ridin'
round
in
this
foreign
All
these
bitches
yeah
they
goin'
All
this
money
man
comin'
All
these
fuckin'
blue
hundreds
And
no
I
don't
wear
the
Margielas
And
Yeezy's
on,
check
the
weather
Two
bitches
flappin'
like
they
feathers
I'm
ballin'
hard
like
Mayweather,
yeah
Fuck
on
your
bitch
and
I
leave
Can't
cuff
her,
I'ma
mistreat
her
Trap
phone
got
a
beeper
It
was
talkin'
to
the
people
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
Pick
a
model
in
the
hills
Wrist
froze,
neck
chill
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
I
won't
take
a
bitch
up
on
a
date
Suckin'
dick
and
then
we
fornicate
Like
a
dirty
pistol,
she
a
throw
away
I'm
goin'
through
it
so
I
pour
away
My
wrist
is
cold
like
a
blizzard
I
think
that
bitch
is
a
ho
but
I
miss
her
Got
it
out
the
mud
to
a
Fisker
Young
nigga
been
grindin'
hard
for
a
minute
I'm
a
savage
and
a
menace
I
be
thuggin',
fuck
an
image
I
got
action
for
you
actin'
niggas
Man
the
trenches,
diamond
dancin'
nigga
You
a
lil
bitch,
lil
nigga
I'm
a
big
young
rich
nigga
I
sip
out
the
seal
my
nigga
One
Actavis
bottle
your
bills
my
nigga
I'm
whippin'
still,
I
cook
up
gefilte
fish
Don't
trust
no
ho
cause
a
bitch
gon'
be
a
bitch
Don't
trust
no
nigga
cause
it's
cool
to
be
a
snitch
That
nigga
was
talkin
too
much
so
it's
cool
to
hit
him
with
clips
Fuck
on
your
bitch
and
I
leave
Can't
cuff
her,
I'ma
mistreat
her
Trap
phone
got
a
beeper
It
was
talkin'
to
the
people
Momma
I'm
movin'
to
Hollywood
Pick
a
model
in
the
hills
Wrist
froze,
neck
chill
I
got
the
hundreds,
a
real
deal
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