No Deal

Album cover art for "No Deal" by K$upreme & Ski Mask the Slump God

K$upreme & Ski Mask the Slump God - Rap, Hip-Hop

No Deal

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[Intro: K$upreme & Ski Mask The Slump God] Hahaha, no deal Haha, busta had no deal (hahahaa, yeah) Had no chillz (yes, yah) Okay, yup, okay, yup Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, okay [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & K$upreme] Breast milk, like I drop milk Pull up in the bat, oh, yeah Mobile Put the nigga so ill, like roadkill Shoutout nigga 'preme tho, got no deal Bust down my wrist, I got no deal Shoutout to Boat, for the boy you know I kill Glock on my hip, that's a big steel Send my young nigga go do a drill Beat up the pot, I ain't cooking no oatmeal These niggas flaggin', football drill Out of Neiman Marcus spent a big bill Feeling like a carcass, that boy killed Diamonds out the water, like they grew gills So I'm gon' float yeah, like Root Beer Bout to catch a body, get a tat tear Boss like Ross but I, don't eat pears [Verse 1: K$upreme] Can't have one bitch I need two pair Walk inside Prada I need me like two pairs Drip on that nigga, that young nigga too rare Fucking that bitch like a motherfucking bear Broke that bitch back and I yank at her hair Smoking Gelato, put dope in the air I spent three bands on a new Moncler Don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be squares Too many bands, I'ma flex on these niggas Eight in the wok, yeah I don't drink no liquor Hop out the whip, got Chanel on my slipper Number Nine on my shirt and that Vlone my zipper She suck on my dick then yo' lame ass kiss her Whipping up dope, they call me that mixer My young nigga shoot shit like Derek Fisher Bust on that nigga just like a blister [Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God] Bust on that bitch just like I am a blister Can't steal my sauce I pull up like: "Hey Mister!" Fucked on your bitch and I know that you kissed her Then float away in the whip like a whisker Handle all my liquor, if she can't, I'ma diss her That nigga be pussy, if I punch, call it fist her Hold up, wait a minute my nigga, 'cause now my wrist hurt Yellow coat, with the yellow feathers like I'm Big Bird You heard, like Chris I tuck her, she ride like trucker And the way that her pussy slides, so damn good That I just said "Can't Believe That It's Not Butter!" Hate these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus Like a young wild child, cause too much ruckus Take a look at my file, make too much buckets Pistol on me like a collared shirt, had to just tuck it [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & K$upreme] Breast milk, like I drop milk Pull up in the bat, oh yeah Mobile Put the nigga so ill, like roadkill Shoutout nigga 'preme tho, got no deal Bust down my wrist, I got no deal Shoutout to Boat you know for the boy I kill Glock on my hip, that's a big steel Send my young nigga go do a drill Beat up the pot, I ain't cooking no oatmeal These niggas flaggin', football drill Out of Neiman Marcus spent a big bill Feeling like a carcass, that boy killed Diamonds out the water, like they grew gills So I'm gon' float yeah, like Root Beer Bout to catch a body, get a tat tear Boss like Ross but I don't eat pears

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Credits

Writers
  • Ski Mask the Slump God
  • K$upreme