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Gm4l td - Deal Mode Lyrics



Gm4l td - Deal Mode Lyrics




Oh my goodness, Chris, you made this shit And I'm like, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh And I'm like, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can set these bitch off right now With that trigger, you make that move
Put some Forgis on my whip, and they like Td riding smooth
And I ain't took too many losses, cause I rarely f*cking lose
And there was times when it was Christmas, we couldn't get no pair of shoes
Reminiscing bout my past, now I'm drowning in these blues
Had to cut some niggas off, I had to tighten up them screws

These niggas tryna burn me down, I had to leak check my fuse
And every time I look around, I feel like I'm getting used
Every time you call my phone, bitch, you need a loan
But youn never check if I'm okay or what I'm on

Nigga stack yo f*cking paper up, you too grown
Bitch, you ain't dying with nobody else, you dying on your own
We got switches on our Glocks, so if you run up, you getting shot
They had tried say I did it, but I had switched the f*cking plot

Is you ridin' with me to death, or you with me or you not
I'm the type to, wipe a nigga nose, ball it up, throw it out like snot
Just like a RB, give me the pack, I find a hole, im going to crib
The OGs in the hood couldn't give us shit, cause they ain't have shit to give

White folks come through, ride through our neighborhood like this ain't where we live
My real name really bradley, cause I shoot just like I'm Beal
Been pouring up to, heal the pain, I just keep popping these seals
And every time my heart just fade away, I don't know how to feel

I won't ever lie to your face, I'ma always keep it real
And my niggas should've been from Pittsburgh, cause they just steal
Ill slap a nigga right hand and walk'em like I'm Will
Bet not play up in the streets, diss on my name ah get you killed

Remember days, we aint have no water, and we ain't have no meals
I just wanna blow, I just wanna get a deal
And im like aww yeaayaaah, , and im like aww yeaaah yeaa , and im like aww yeaa yeaaahhhh, And im like aww yeaayeeaahh

Round the world we go
Different city, we got different hoes
We got packs on the floor

What you need juh come get a bow
Vacuum seals all through the crib
Police tryna raid a nigga out
But guess what, you just hit the wrong house

I'ma sue your ass up in court
And I'ma get the bankroll from em
I'ma just thumb through these racks
Till i die, I'ma keep on thumbin

Yeah
Keep on thumbin
I'ma keep on thumbin
Keep on thumbin

I'ma keep on thumbin
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Oh my goodness, Chris, you made this shit And I'm like, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh And I'm like, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can set these bitch off right now With that trigger, you make that move
Put some Forgis on my whip, and they like Td riding smooth
And I ain't took too many losses, cause I rarely f*cking lose
And there was times when it was Christmas, we couldn't get no pair of shoes
Reminiscing bout my past, now I'm drowning in these blues
Had to cut some niggas off, I had to tighten up them screws

These niggas tryna burn me down, I had to leak check my fuse
And every time I look around, I feel like I'm getting used
Every time you call my phone, bitch, you need a loan
But youn never check if I'm okay or what I'm on

Nigga stack yo f*cking paper up, you too grown
Bitch, you ain't dying with nobody else, you dying on your own
We got switches on our Glocks, so if you run up, you getting shot
They had tried say I did it, but I had switched the f*cking plot

Is you ridin' with me to death, or you with me or you not
I'm the type to, wipe a nigga nose, ball it up, throw it out like snot
Just like a RB, give me the pack, I find a hole, im going to crib
The OGs in the hood couldn't give us shit, cause they ain't have shit to give

White folks come through, ride through our neighborhood like this ain't where we live
My real name really bradley, cause I shoot just like I'm Beal
Been pouring up to, heal the pain, I just keep popping these seals
And every time my heart just fade away, I don't know how to feel

I won't ever lie to your face, I'ma always keep it real
And my niggas should've been from Pittsburgh, cause they just steal
Ill slap a nigga right hand and walk'em like I'm Will
Bet not play up in the streets, diss on my name ah get you killed

Remember days, we aint have no water, and we ain't have no meals
I just wanna blow, I just wanna get a deal
And im like aww yeaayaaah, , and im like aww yeaaah yeaa , and im like aww yeaa yeaaahhhh, And im like aww yeaayeeaahh

Round the world we go
Different city, we got different hoes
We got packs on the floor

What you need juh come get a bow
Vacuum seals all through the crib
Police tryna raid a nigga out
But guess what, you just hit the wrong house

I'ma sue your ass up in court
And I'ma get the bankroll from em
I'ma just thumb through these racks
Till i die, I'ma keep on thumbin

Yeah
Keep on thumbin
I'ma keep on thumbin
Keep on thumbin

I'ma keep on thumbin
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Writer: Teon Dixon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Teon Dixon
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