What's the Deal?
Hey Yuji
Hop on my ride
Aye
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
Are you fakin' with me?
What you tryin to be?
You always saying shit, but you can't fight
You can't shot with me
I pull up with my .9
Shoot you on the head goin' to feet
Countin' all these 30 seconds, you have to pay the fee
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Are you fakin' with me?
What you tryin to be?
You always saying shit, but you can't fight
You can't shot with me
I pull up with my .9
Shoot you on the head goin' to feet
Countin' all these 30 seconds, you have to pay the fee
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
Hop on my ride
Aye
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
Are you fakin' with me?
What you tryin to be?
You always saying shit, but you can't fight
You can't shot with me
I pull up with my .9
Shoot you on the head goin' to feet
Countin' all these 30 seconds, you have to pay the fee
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Are you fakin' with me?
What you tryin to be?
You always saying shit, but you can't fight
You can't shot with me
I pull up with my .9
Shoot you on the head goin' to feet
Countin' all these 30 seconds, you have to pay the fee
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
Got my Y2K girl, she be open the door
Dividing all these bands before i go to my fucking show
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
You got no guap, you got no bitch
Im'ma hit you with the stick
They be shootin' you, our bullets runnin' very quick
He a opp, he a fake
Im'ma hit you like a bitch
I'm counting all these commas and you are not
I'm gettin' rich
What you wanna see?
What's the deal bih?
I'm always flexin' that mothafuckin' bape tee
I always keep the Glocky on my side
.45 until i die
Got my money on my side
Count it and go divide
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Writer(s): Yuji Arikaya
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