we had a deal

Singer:father

uh

yeah

mhm

uh huh

yeah

awful records

yeah

niggas got it out the mud

all you niggas is some studs

all your hoes catchin' nuts

but i'm not one to judge

keep the white like mcflurry

plug call me pill murray

i've been drinkin' on some bourbon

nigga sick as fuck

slurrin'

got two horns like bruce wayne

naked

fuckin' on your boo thang

fuck her in the ass like hussain

it feel like huggin' a new lane

red cup

red cup

fuck around

boy

get your head busted

redrum

redrum

fuckin' your ho

got her head sprung

i can't roll a blunt

but i can roll a dollar bill

you keep fuckin' with my money

i might have to get you killed

yeah

yeah

yeah

thought we had a deal

yeah

yeah

yeah

thought niggas was chill

you keep talkin' to my bitch

but we might have to get you knocked

everybody on my payroll

yeah

your niggas and the cops

so don't try to call 12

they might shoot you on the spot

they gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots

what? yeah

ayy

when i feel sad a nigga start sippin'

puttin' them percs in my pinot noir

crushin' up blues in my designer shoes

when i sip on the carpet i look like a star

pullin' her bloomers off

pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off

her mission go from her tata to kitty

she say she want bad boy

i turned into diddy

ooh

yeah

i turned into 50

a nigga on bet

nigga on starz

everybody wanna know who in my car

told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car

everybody wanna know how that boy ball

found her at the party

then fucked in the stall

break a bitch back like bang

mask on my face

yeah i'm bringin' the pain

i can't roll a blunt

but i can roll a dollar bill

you keep fuckin' with my money

i might have to get you killed

yeah

yeah

yeah

thought we had a deal

yeah

yeah

yeah

thought niggas was chill

you keep talkin' to my bitch

but we might have to get you knocked

everybody on my payroll

yeah

your niggas and the cops

so don't try to call 12

they might shoot you on the spot

they gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots

what?

Lyric Context: we had a deal - father