Letra de Deploy - 3200 Tre & RMC Mike

(Feat. ["RMC Mike"])

I just came to fuck, talk some shit with D boy

My car there, but I'm not, that bitch a decoy

Soon as the helicopter come, we finna deploy

If you pay me what I want, then I might speak more

Like I might hop inside that bag for you

Bro a vegan, I ain't seen nothing that they had for you

She got her shit done years ago, I think her ass spoiled

Grab a pint of Don for me, I got cash for you

Real Money Counter, MINE entertainment shit

I don't got no feelings or her, I just like to entertain the bitch

It's some shit in that bag, you need to baby sit it

I sell this shit by the pound, you a eighthy flipper

I always had a Glock, I never maced a nigga

I'm a grown ass man, I don't chase my liquor

I don't usually do the games, but I played them with her

She said she not leaving the kids, she gon' take them with her

She already sucked my dick, and you claimed the bitch

I only hit her ass once, entanglement

Hit a nigga with some shit the size of a bagel bit

I tried to take a nigga tip, but he ain't know shit

I've been balling all year, take a time out

He a rat, he don't live what he rhyme 'bout

Okay, he got his gun tucked, but shit, mine out

You don't think I'm 'bout that life, come find out

I've been real since a baby, bitch, I'm thoroughbred

She like to play with my balls, call it squirrel head

Spent some dog shit on fancy, she was Merrill bread

Mike, you need to chill the fuck out, is what the barrel said

The gun be talking to me

I ain't nutting in that pussy, if I'm off a 60

Four-nicky my best friend, she be walking with me

Don Juli' is my choice, I'm never off the Henny

Welcome to my side of town, we be stepping

I don't need no strap, my hands is a weapon

Ten milli, can't tell like the desert

I be talking spicy, habanero pepper

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