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deal with it - wb nutty lyrics

[intro]
ayy

[verse 1]
ayy, i done got used to the money, yeah, we locked in forever
shout out to that small town that buy whatever i sell ’em
ayy, i’m a heroin legend, taught them boys how to stretch ’em
do whatever to get the most, i even serve when it’s wet
i got a bird on my neck, stash heavy and i’m still runnin’
i ain’t f*ckin’ with that, but i might know somebody who want it
i’m done bein’ humble, sh*t, i call it how i see it
my last twenty*five thou’ ain’t even take the whole weekend
ayy, i’m with the sharks in the deep end, watch the narcs creepin’
if you scared, call the preacher, know that money come with leeches
ayy, i done sold it, i done seen it, burn it out, n*gga, bleed it
white house, we ain’t leavin’, pull up on me if you need me, n*gga
[chorus]
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me, deal with it, what’s a real n*gga?
i had got caught up and i’m still with it, pressed pill dealin’
make a real k!lling, drop the price and load up on the work
rap n*gga, dope dealer, i turned blow into the merch, n*gga

[verse 2]
ayy, i’m talkin’ big plays on the first, put my stamps all on a shirt
get ’em off, you see ’em hurtin’, sh*t, that’s how the game go
them dope fiends’ll do you dirty, boy, that’s how the raid come
i was gon’ shoot ’em to kentucky, heard they ain’t pay enough
ayy, back to my hood, same faces on them wooden gates
crackheads love a n*gga, they think i’m the savior
heard he got a deal, wonder how much they paid him
pocket watchin’ motherf*ckers, i been blew that paper
boy, it’s the hustler in me, n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me
been all around the world, still make ’em come and get ’em
nah, i ain’t them other n*ggas, i get hungry and greedy
i can still make a ten, n*gga, bring your best reader

[chorus]
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me, deal with it, what’s a real n*gga?
i had got caught up and i’m still with it, pressed pill dealin’
make a real k!lling, drop the price and load up on the work
rap n*gga, dope dealer, i turned blow into the merch, n*gga
[verse 3]
ayy, they told me get up out the hood and i ain’t have nowhere to go
i had all my chains on, drinkin’ cris’ up at the store
daydreamin’ ’bout the road, wonder if the prices still the same
linwood ave n*gga, turned my whole hood to daisy lane
get your roll on, i’m tryna flood the hood with customers
get your roll on, i’m tryna flood the hood with customers
i don’t give a f*ck what you heard, n*gga

- wb nutty lyrics

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