[Deala & Hook]

Intro:

Whassup, man, where's my fuckin' money?

I don't know dawg

You ain't my dawg

Just wait

I don't like waitin' fo' this shit, man, gimmie this shit right know

You know who I am?

I don't give a damn who you are, bitch ass

It's not all dough, where's another part, muthafukkka?

Gimmie some time

It'll be bad fo' your health, bitch

[Deala]

1 verse:

Deala is here again, have you felt the pain?

This lowlife robbed anotha train, you know what I'm sayin'

So, I just make anotha rap 'bout bitch who wanna step in the dark

Like villain get outta my way thru' the park

You ain't my dawg, but you can only bark n this shit fo' shot caller is so hard

When you reach your hut, bitch in the hood shakes her butt n you're fucked up

'Cuz you don't give my money back n it's night shot (bang)

You know how to deal with mе now

I plan to end my first verse, you anyway will bе cursed by the muthafuckas livin' on the Earth

Don't make me grab your fake Glock, 'cuz I can you stop like the police on the station watchin' the map

So, I gonna say 'em fuck n run away after castin' your stupid ass away at the dumpin'

Like I do this shit with the pumpin'

2 verse:

I start my 2nd verse, you know I can only imagine this shit 'bout your purse

So, I'll anyway keep fit unlike, you stay on my dick n do some shit, but I neva' let you do fuckin' dipsy-doodle, 'cuz after cursin' you can use damn moodle

In Blackjack dealas always win, the lyrics of your rap is the worst thing that I've ever seen

I neva' collaborated with real niggas

I gonna rap 'bout Glock triggers n bad figures like Tony Montana, if you wanna fuck with me, I call my white fella

When you don't know where my fuckin' dough is, do the muthafuckin' striptease fo' your homies like Timothy McVeigh, your fat ass will be kicked on the highway

You won't see great life near the ocean, 'cuz I dialin' real big sidekicks n they're antisocial, so turn off your fuckin' emotion

You should ask me when you come in my house but you're bitch ass n you bumpin' at this shit

N I plan you'll be actin' like a mouse

This fuckin' rap 'bout night shot n I say somethin' 'bout this shit fo' sho' but if you gimmie my dough back faster, I buy '64, fuckin' pranksta

3 verse:

I drop the next shit at the night shot

If you don't like my rap you should shut up your fuckin' mouth, you ain't real man once you neva' lived on the south

So, bitch ass maybe you're so cool n have a pool

Howeva, fo' me you're fuckin' fool but, though, I don't give a damn, I tell my big homie that I've recently met a man n he was Satan (haha)

I made a mistake, he was a looser, I gonna get from this bitch a Land-Cruiser

I neva' lived in California but know some hoes from Estonia (ya know what I'm sayin')

You'll be confused when hear that I neva did the time, so I wasn't accused n that's the point, muthafucka

D-E-A-L-E-R created this shit fo' sho', your fat buddy suckin' n lickin' fuckin' dicks so far

I'll always keep fit n makin' new hit but this stuff is offbeat

If you wanna stay alive you must play poker with me n once you gonna bluff this stuff n take away big pot

It'll be Night Shot!