Testo What's the deal? Hit-Boy

What's the deal?

(Hit-Boy)
V-Twizz
That's how we comin'
It's only right that I like-
Put that real focus on myself, type shit, for once
Real wavy, SC, type shit

V-Twizzy, tires goin' skrrt, it's mayhem
Some of the hardest beats I ever heard, I made 'em (Yeah)
Some of the baddest joints you ever seen, I played 'em
Left they ass right where they stand, straight up (Straight up)
Cut it out, l ain't taking no pay cut (Nope)
N* telling stories how they up, they ain't up (Psh)
I'm married to this loaf, skip the wedding ring (Bands on me)
I don't trust a thing, I'm watchin' everything
Lift me from the dirt, I was hurt, they tried to bury me
I woke up out a scary dream
Thought I was you n*, it was scaring me
It's smoke in y'all black mirrors (Can't relate)
My story realer than most of these cap n*
I ain't shoot no craps wit 'em
We can't hit the stu' (Stu')
We don't need to stay in touch if I'ma tell the truth (Truth)
I ain't wit the lies, find someone to tell 'em to (To)
Treat this shit like Peloton, how I pedal through
We been goin' federal, ooh (Ooh)
Couple runners in the sprinter (Ayy)
Dark shadow, Rick beanies for the winter (Ayy)
We shoot first, we don't talk first (fIRST)
Credit cards on me and they all work (They all work)
Different color stones, pack of Starburst (Starburst)
I don't look like a star, I look like hard work (Work)
What you really know about it? (Huh?)
What you really know?

(You feelin' alright out there?)
We gon' get it done
Get it done

Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em
Gave em all a fair shot before I said fuck 'em
I had played it cool, now I'm looking for trouble
Wanna reach me?
Hit my n*, Reg'
Hit my n*, Double

Fuck peace, parked in the alley and they strapped up
Pull a skit then peel off in a black truck
I got slaps, rolling sh*t up in a Slapwood
I hit a freak and put the footage on the MacBook
When it come to beats, the beats come to me (Come to me)
I'm like Sonic on the FL, I'm running rings (Brrt)
Tennis chains on my neck, more than a dub a piece
I'm not lying, lil' bro, n* can't f*ck wit me
F*ck it
That's how I feel
What's the deal
One hand on her t*tties, I got one hand on the wheel
Lover boy balaklava so they can't see who l is
Brodie bro like SahBabii, he pulled up wit a stick (pulled up wit a stick)
Bag it in the package, I just got the tracking
Crack a he straight up, ain't no dirty macking
Who really active? Really bout this shit? Who get it crackin'?
They in stacked jeans, but I'm the one that's really stacking
Show ya ass and imma grab the belt
Took it to the Max B, I think I'm Biggavell (Max)
I went GT3 cause that's just how I felt
They ask me what l'm working on I'm working on myself

Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em
Gave 'em all a fair shot before I said fuck 'em
I had played it cool, now I'm looking for trouble
Wanna reach me?
Hit my n*, Reg'
Hit my n*, Double