Old Deal lyrics

[Intro]
7012E b*tch MOB, yea yea yea yea FGM whoo

[Chorus]
Twist another blunt pop a whole pill
Pourin' up that lean out an old seal
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing, b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal
Move that work, I get it in, I do it for real
You play with me up in that EastSide b*tch you roadkill
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal

[Verse 1]
Pull up with my Rûsters, you can never run up all my n*ggas is shooters
I'm pouring two cups, hittin' two blunts never pass is to losers
I'm feelin' myself they say is bad for my health I say f*ck the accusers
While you was just taking your notes I was teachin' these n*ggas lil b*tch get a tutor
I'm kind of brazy, sometimes I feel like all my time is wasting
That's when I roll me a blunt and I hop on these beats and I turn into Jason
The Monstaz out, if you in your lane better stay in your station
When the lama come out everybody getting hit, bloody vacation
I gotta do this sh*t my way, so much weed I should roll that sh*t sideways
But I promise to do what the MOB say, you f*cking with that drop you off in Zimbabwe
Applying pressure while I'm sellin' pressure so all the b*tches do with I say
And I just got some lean, I'm gon' pour that sh*t up until I fall asleep finding my way (GANG)

[Chorus]
Twist another blunt pop a whole pill
Pourin' up that lean out an old seal
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing, b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal
Move that work, I get it in, I do it for real
You play with me up in that EastSide b*tch you roadkill
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal

[Verse 2]
My swag offensive, the gang ready and the gats extended
Them n*ggas hungry for beef they at anything that grabs my attention
You get stabbed for yo b*tchin', I'm trynna own me some property tax all the tenants
And that's how I get down my swagger ridiculous, that be the reason I'm jackin' these b*tches
(Skirrrtt skirrrtt) I'm pullin' up where yo mama stay
You better have my money like undelay, if you ain't got it better find a way
No I ain't Simon but Simon says u better have my bread before you die today
If the nine don't work imma try the K, now Simon says to blow your house away
And f*ck your lil crowd, I just get money and light up my loud
A walk-through a thou. When the gang in the building they don't make a sound
Invest in a pound, boy you know how fast we gon' smoke up that ounce
These n*ggas groupies the copy the style and shout out to Fattie I'm making him proud
[Chorus]
Twist another blunt pop a whole pill
Pourin' up that lean out an old seal
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing, b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal
Move that work, I get it in, I do it for real
You play with me up in that EastSide b*tch you roadkill
They say Platinum need to stop he ain't got no chill
What you doing b*tch I'm sh*tting on my old deal