What's the Deal? (feat. tamir)

Ya, ya Ya, ya Aye, ya, ya Aye, fuck it, lets go! Woah, oh oh, oh oh Yeah I got a hundred dollars just to blow, what's the deal? (word) You can't catch me throwing ones in the club It's not no deal But you might find me smoking up, with your bitch That's the deal (on god!) Woah, woah I don't shoot to score, I shoot to kill Bet you know that I'm taking pictures everywhere, I might just get a kodak It's Halloween, we roll up with a mask, and we blow back Yeah, it's your turn, better spin back You better get your lick back Yeah you better go and run it back You can't walk in without a couple racks Please don't try me if you think you lack Going high speed on 400 back Yeah, i'm tired of the bullshit We gotta take him off the map Yeah, we take him off the gram Found his ass in real life No I don't speak on business, i just stand on it You can't say "he lied" How'd you say your standing on business But you only standing on your heels, like You gotta be quicker than that, they caught your ass in 4K They found his ass in blu-ray, someobody get a DVD Got hella rings, way before CP3 Been ballin out, don't need no referee I'm in Lenox Mall with flur How you up in Lenox and you don't splurge? We smoke sativa, make it work How you want some bands, and you don't work for that shit? Woah, oh oh, oh oh Yeah I got a hundred dollars just to blow, what's the deal? (word) You can't catch me throwing ones in the club It's not no deal But you might find me smoking up, with your bitch That's the deal (on god!) Woah, woah I don't shoot to score I shoot to kill Bet you know that I'm taking pictures everywhere, I might just get a kodak It's Halloween, we roll up with a mask, and we blow back Been smoking on Doja, my twin got polls, bruh Like, I got racks all in my face but I want more, bruh Like, I got fakes all in my face gotta check my show, yuh Like, I got fakes all in my face can't trust a soul, bruh Like I ain't trusting shit, I just blew a band on rick Fuck you hoes, you make me sick Pop a Xan and now I flip, pop that Xan and now I trip Pockets blue, that shit on crip Got that bag and then I dipped I just blew a bag on chrome, then made his bad ass hit a flip Woah, oh oh, oh oh Yeah I got a hundred dollars just to blow, what's the deal? (word) You can't catch me throwing ones in the club It's not no deal But you might find me smoking up with your bitch That's the deal (on god!) Woah, woah I don't shoot to score I shoot to kill Bet you know that I'm taking pictures everywhere, I might just get a kodak It's Halloween, we roll up with a mask, and we blow back Yeah, it's your turn, better spin back You better get your lick back