[Deala]
[Intro]
Talkin' 'bout ruff shit right now
[1 verse]
No one knows what we gonna do
Fuck all assholes n the muthafuckas who don't like our rap, yo' fat ass will neva get a clue
Neva spreadin' some shit neva did the time
Who are we? The real hard muthafuckas like the guns n that ain't fine
We gonna compare ourselves with the Glocks
Assholes don't wanna see us on the horizon n step on the unsafe blocks
Cleavin' the nuts, leavin' the bucks
That what ya gonna do after bein' thrown away, 'cuz we gonna act like the Glocks
Deala duz the ruff shit еveryday to hope it will hit the big timе one day
You should stay in yo' fuckin' hut or you will go straight to the bottom of the bay
Wanna play with us tennis?
We gonna break ass of your ho' down by the big pennis
I say right now, it'll be better if you ain't be a menace
The fuckin' shed is a place where we can keep yo' fat ass
If you will be able to get outta dat shit you anyway will get a mess
Reload tha Glock when the weather is too hot
'Cuz it'z pressed fo' time n the real hard muthafuckas will make an accurate shot
Assholes wanna get into the malice
With real man like Deala but they ain't understand that Glocks can make their fat asses callous
Dat shit ain't long like the Deagle
But ain't too short like the finger
Ya have to appeal to the muthafuckin' cops
When ya see on the horizon 2 hot Glocks
[2 verse: eNtears]
2 hot Glocks, they trana get gose
Imma fuckin hurt rose
Plugin hats, chords, pads and fuckin import
Play it on the phone, put it in ur aux
Gwa Gwa Gwa!!! Shooting off the Ox
Bleeding out the racks pick it up on the floor, I'm fuckin pistol
Fearful like a gun, know you like a gum, nigga you fuckin dump
Damn... Flippin junk, I'm lookin as Glock
Put it in your mouth dump
I can flip ya mommy yuh, checkin on the same side
Feelin nicely... Ah Bae, chillin with them suck Bae
Roll the flyin wheel, put it on your face
One to the other, they've been playing the game
Can you feel the pain!? Feelin as you're in the jail
Could you feel the power? Now it's gettin sour
Yes, I bought the flower
[3 verse: Deala]
It'z time to make anotha verse
While you lookin' thru' the window at the almost naked girls, ya easily lose yo' fuckin' purse
Smell a rat, take a Mac, I burst out fillin' the clip so fast as a Glock
They'll be actin' like a ho' around the clock
Almost one year without feats
But now Deala comes with a real beats
Dat's da reason why no one from tha real hood wannabe a snitch
Dat shit ain't make you get rich
Tryna get out without goin' Dutch?
It'll be not so good fo' yo' fat ass, you already can get into the muthafuckin' hutch
I said you should hit the deck right now
They can catch you n yo' career is fucked up, ya will be like a pow
'Cuz Deala gonna shoot the fuckin' hot Glock n he won't stop
The muthafuckas were laid down by real men in the parkin' lot
Yo' bitch wanna horse around today at 4 p.m
I bet you will be with her, so I gonna smoke out ya from the Dodge Ram
Real men like the bullets of the Glocks don't like waitin'
When Deala drops new shit, bitches on the wrong side hatin'
They screamin' mayday when we are so close to them
But Glocks are too hot n they can make on the paper the muthafuckin' stamp
They tried to posse up but their action was wrong n they lost in the muthafuckin' blocks
You'd better get the fuck out faster
When ya see on the horizon 2 hot Glocks
[Outro: eNtears, Deala]
It's eNtears n Deala
Check it out nigga
The horizon is the range or limit of one's knowledge, experience or interest, a boundary or threshold
[Now ya know how we do it]
[Intro]
Talkin' 'bout ruff shit right now
[1 verse]
No one knows what we gonna do
Fuck all assholes n the muthafuckas who don't like our rap, yo' fat ass will neva get a clue
Neva spreadin' some shit neva did the time
Who are we? The real hard muthafuckas like the guns n that ain't fine
We gonna compare ourselves with the Glocks
Assholes don't wanna see us on the horizon n step on the unsafe blocks
Cleavin' the nuts, leavin' the bucks
That what ya gonna do after bein' thrown away, 'cuz we gonna act like the Glocks
Deala duz the ruff shit еveryday to hope it will hit the big timе one day
You should stay in yo' fuckin' hut or you will go straight to the bottom of the bay
Wanna play with us tennis?
We gonna break ass of your ho' down by the big pennis
I say right now, it'll be better if you ain't be a menace
The fuckin' shed is a place where we can keep yo' fat ass
If you will be able to get outta dat shit you anyway will get a mess
Reload tha Glock when the weather is too hot
'Cuz it'z pressed fo' time n the real hard muthafuckas will make an accurate shot
Assholes wanna get into the malice
With real man like Deala but they ain't understand that Glocks can make their fat asses callous
Dat shit ain't long like the Deagle
But ain't too short like the finger
Ya have to appeal to the muthafuckin' cops
When ya see on the horizon 2 hot Glocks
[2 verse: eNtears]
2 hot Glocks, they trana get gose
Imma fuckin hurt rose
Plugin hats, chords, pads and fuckin import
Play it on the phone, put it in ur aux
Gwa Gwa Gwa!!! Shooting off the Ox
Bleeding out the racks pick it up on the floor, I'm fuckin pistol
Fearful like a gun, know you like a gum, nigga you fuckin dump
Damn... Flippin junk, I'm lookin as Glock
Put it in your mouth dump
I can flip ya mommy yuh, checkin on the same side
Feelin nicely... Ah Bae, chillin with them suck Bae
Roll the flyin wheel, put it on your face
One to the other, they've been playing the game
Can you feel the pain!? Feelin as you're in the jail
Could you feel the power? Now it's gettin sour
Yes, I bought the flower
[3 verse: Deala]
It'z time to make anotha verse
While you lookin' thru' the window at the almost naked girls, ya easily lose yo' fuckin' purse
Smell a rat, take a Mac, I burst out fillin' the clip so fast as a Glock
They'll be actin' like a ho' around the clock
Almost one year without feats
But now Deala comes with a real beats
Dat's da reason why no one from tha real hood wannabe a snitch
Dat shit ain't make you get rich
Tryna get out without goin' Dutch?
It'll be not so good fo' yo' fat ass, you already can get into the muthafuckin' hutch
I said you should hit the deck right now
They can catch you n yo' career is fucked up, ya will be like a pow
'Cuz Deala gonna shoot the fuckin' hot Glock n he won't stop
The muthafuckas were laid down by real men in the parkin' lot
Yo' bitch wanna horse around today at 4 p.m
I bet you will be with her, so I gonna smoke out ya from the Dodge Ram
Real men like the bullets of the Glocks don't like waitin'
When Deala drops new shit, bitches on the wrong side hatin'
They screamin' mayday when we are so close to them
But Glocks are too hot n they can make on the paper the muthafuckin' stamp
They tried to posse up but their action was wrong n they lost in the muthafuckin' blocks
You'd better get the fuck out faster
When ya see on the horizon 2 hot Glocks
[Outro: eNtears, Deala]
It's eNtears n Deala
Check it out nigga
The horizon is the range or limit of one's knowledge, experience or interest, a boundary or threshold
[Now ya know how we do it]
( Deala )
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