[Lyric] NO DEAL (Pasto Flocco)

[Intro]
Ayo, J6, turn that up

[Verse]
Woahh, these niggas be slow
Why y'all puttin' y'all faith in these hoes?
I ain't wifin' no bitch with no goals
She wanna be free, Tell' ha lil ass go
Get that ass you tryna be grown
Got my racks by myself, on my own
She said, "Why you treat me like a bitch?"
'Cause you ain't treatin' me like the GOAT
Hood fav', I was never unknown
Been grindin' out, all this shit shown
Fifteen when I seen the bankroll
I cannot let a bitch throw on my toes
I be chasin' that bag, I don't stroll
Just left Dallas, I just had a show

[Chorus]
Niggas'll go get some Ricks, some tight-ass pants, nigga on go
Brodie was talkin' that shit now his bitch on the market for sale
I caught him lackin' in Nieman, now I got him shoppin' on Grailed, he pussy for real
I don't even got no dеal, all in the house, I ain't cuttin' no check for no squarе
I be stressin' a bag, nigga, I'm pullin' out hair
'Member them days in the trap, I was high, I ain't no fear
I was just down bad, I ain't even have a fuckin' Cash App, now I make ten in a minute
The sound surrounding the .9 millimeter, bullets go through the air like they singin'
I'm rich, I been doin' this shit, I be spendin' my money and throwin' that shit for no reason
[Verse]

Woahh, these niggas be slow
Why y'all puttin' y'all faith in these hoes?
I ain't wifin' no bitch with no goals
She wanna be free, Tell' ha lil ass go
Get that ass you tryna be grown
Got my racks by myself, on my own
She said, "Why you treat me like a bitch?"
'Cause you ain't treatin' me like the GOAT
Hood fav', I was never unknown
Been grindin' out, all this shit shown
Fifteen when I seen the bankroll
I cannot let a bitch throw on my toes
I be chasin' that bag, I don't stroll
Just left Dallas, I just had a show

[Chorus]
Niggas'll go get some Ricks, some tight-ass pants, nigga on go
Brodie was talkin' that shit now his bitch on the market for sale
I caught him lackin' in Nieman, now I got him shoppin' on Grailed, he pussy for real
I don't even got no deal, all in the house, I ain't cuttin' no check for no square
I be stressin' a bag, nigga, I'm pullin' out hair
'Member them days in the trap, I was high, I ain't no fear
I was just down bad, I ain't even have a fuckin' Cash App, now I make ten in a minute
The sound surrounding the .9 millimeter, bullets go through the air like they singin'
I'm rich, I been doin' this shit, I be spendin' my money and throwin' that shit for no reason
[Outro]
Bop, bop, bop, bop