BreezeDidIt, Icewear Vezzo - No Deal lyrics

[BreezeDidIt, Icewear Vezzo - No Deal lyrics]

Yeah, me and Vezz
Me and Breezy, motherfucker
What it do, gang? Yeah, whole lot of gang
Yeah, left pocket seven-thirty, nigga
(My type of shit right here, though, yeah)
Sheesh

Left pocket fifty bands, right thirty
(Right thirty)
Came up sellin' lean, trappin' thirty
(Trappin' thirty)
Got a 30 in this bitch, Stephen Curry, yeah
Heard them niggas lookin' for me
We ain't worried (We ain't worried)
I ain't never goin' (Nah)
'cause they know we be steppin' (Steppin')
Drakey on this bitch, I open up
Apply that pressure (Apply that pressure)
Pour up for my nigga
He been gone 'cause niggas tellin'
Gotta leave the streets alone, these
Niggas thirsty, they be desperate, yeah
(Gotta watch them niggas)
Grinded hard, so everything I got
It came to me (It came to me)
So what I look like lettin' a
Nigga take my chain from me?
(What I look like?)
What I look like riskin' my
Freedom for some rain money? (Nah)
Swear the same niggas said they gang
The ones that changed on me
(That shit fucked up)
I remember me and P was
Broke and smokin' loud (Me and Peezy)
Two years later
We was ridin' Wraiths up Ocean Drive
(In Miami) fuck the fame, I want the money
This shit watered down
(This shit watered down)
I'll risk my life and take a
Life to see my daughter smile
(To see my baby smile) looked at my mama
We a long way from Focus: HOPE (On God)
Ain't never had no plan B
'cause this my only hope (On God)
Shit changed my life when I
Seen my uncle smokin' dope
(Shit fucked me up)
Risked my nigga loc, my cousin C
That's how we know the ropes, uh
(What?)

When they talkin' money, bitch, I am the deal
(Racks) you ain't read the paper when
You signed your deal (Why not?)
I was off the red, I was crackin' seals
(Leanin') i was off the
(Woo) , when I swerved the wheel (Gone)
She feelin' like a freak when she off a pill
(She a freak)
I been grindin' hard, I'm tryna hit a mil'
(Hit a mil') why they talkin' reckless when
They know I kill? (Know I killed)
I don't gotta fake it, bitch
You know the real (You know the real)
I don't do no dates, I need the head first
I don't trust no nigga with a man purse
They gon' be sick I came Vezz verse
Counted so much money, made my head hurt
(Racks)
I be talkin' spicy, chop you like I'm Dyson
(Spicy)
I done beat her box up, now she call me Tyson
(Call me Tyson)
Tell her how I feel, I got her all excited
(Uh)
Say she wanna ride it like she goin' biking
Yeah, I got a Ram, but I'm in a Benz
(In a Benz) film that bitch fuckin'
I see through the lenses (Uh)
She necked me in the whip
She know I got no tints (Got no tints)
I know you know BreezeDidIt and I came again
(Sheesh)

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