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Quavo - Real Deal Lyrics

Real Deal Lyrics[Intro: Rich The Kid]
(808 Mafia)
You know niggas talking about this man
I got a fuckin' hundred thousand on me right now
Ayy, woo
Woo

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave (Bitch)
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her (What?)
Trap phone got a beeper (Beeper)
They was talkin' to the people (12)
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood (Momma)
Pick a model in the hills (Woo)
Wrist froze, neck chill (Ice, ice)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Woo, hundred)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pick the model in the hills (What?)
Percocet, pop a pill (Pill)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Hundred)
The Rollie, the boogers is real chill (Ugh)
Bitches bustin' out the gate (Bitches)
You would take her on a date
Cum on her face, make a mess (Mess)
More bullets for the TEC
Melrose with the O's (O's)
Take a picture for some hoes
Take a picture for some hoes (Hoes)
I'm dabbin' around with a bankroll (Bankroll)
She'll fuck for Chanel ('Nel)
You was talkin' to the 12 (What?)
I was playin' with a scale (Scale)
We can ship it through the mail (Woo)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Quavo]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave (Bitch)
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her (What?)
Trap phone got a beeper (Beeper)
They was talkin' to the people (12)
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood (Momma)
Pick a model in the hills (Woo)
Wrist froze, neck chill (Ice, ice)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Hundred) (Quavo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was playin' with a scale (I was)
Fuck nigga gon' tell (Fuck you)
Dab sharp like nails (Dab)
Two guns, sonic tails
Free block, gang kill (Free)
Baby powder in the mail (Woo)
Finesse a nigga, I'm a player (Ugh)
Then I move to the Himalayas (Uh)
Shell catchers, no shells (Ayy)
Cookie gas in the L (Cookie)
Fuckin' hoes on film (Woo)
In case a bitch wanna tell (Bitch)
Try and lie and say I ate the bitch (Lie)
We done run her through the whole clique (Smash)
I don't really fuck with atheists (Atheists)
Crosses on my neck, I'm bangin' it (Bangin' it)
Beast mode, can't tame me (Ayy)
Skippa got the chopper, aimin' it (Skippa)
And we ain't shootin' at your legs
And we ain't shootin' at the pancreas
QC the label dangerous (Uh)
I got a bitch, finna bring a bitch (Ayy)
Hold the squad down, anchor it (Uh)
And my money counter accurate (Gone)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave (Bitch)
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her (What?)
Trap phone got a beeper (Beeper)
They was talkin' to the people (12)
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood (A what?) (Momma)
Pick a model in the hills (Yeah) (Woo)
Wrist froze, neck chill (Yeah) (Ice, ice)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Oh man, goddamn) (Hundred)

[Verse 3: Famous Dex]
I got them hundreds, the real deal
All my diamonds on chill
Real gold, ice grill
I'm sipping lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
I was broke, now I'm good
Three grams in my 'wood
Yeah, I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this foreign
All these bitches, yeah, they goin'
All this money, man it's comin'
All these fuckin' blue hundreds
And no, I don't wear the Margielas
Yeezy's on, check the weather
Two bitches flockin' like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard like Mayweather, yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Offset]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave (Bitch)
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her (What?)
Trap phone got a beeper (Beeper)
They was talkin' to the people (12)
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood (Momma)
Pick a model in the hills (Woo)
Wrist froze, neck chill (Ice, ice)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Offset) (Hundred)

[Verse 4: Offset]
I won't take a bitch up on a date (Ahh)
Suckin' dick and then we fornicate (Smash)
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw away (Throw away)
I'm goin' through it, so I pour away (Mud)
My wrist is cold like a blizzard (Cold), I think that bitch is a hoe, but I miss her (She a hoe)
Got it out the mud to a Fisker (Oh), young nigga been grindin' hard for a minute (Grind)
I'm a savage and a menace (Savage)
I be thuggin', fuck a image (Thuggin')
I got action for you actin' niggas
Main attraction, diamonds dancin' nigga (Oh)
You a lil bitch, lil nigga (Bitch)
I'm a big young rich nigga (Rich)
I sip out the seal my nigga (Seal), one Actavis bottle your bills my nigga (Your bills)
I'm whippin' still (Whip), I cook up gefilte fish (A gefitle fish)
Don't trust no hoe (Nah), 'cause a bitch gon' be a bitch (Don't trust no hoe)
Don't trust no nigga, 'cause it's cool to be a snitch (Since when?)
That nigga was talkin' too much, so it's cool to hit him with clips (Bow, bow)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave (Bitch)
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her (What?)
Trap phone got a beeper (Beeper)
They was talkin' to the people (12)
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood (Momma)
Pick a model in the hills (Woo)
Wrist froze, neck chill (Ice, ice)
I got them hundreds, the real deal (Hundred)

[Outro: Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I leave
Trap phone got a beeper
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got them hundreds, the real deal