Deceiver ft. ninexteen Lyrics

Fuck these bitches woah

If a nigga talking down, nigga i'ma tag his toe

Pull with an f&n finna rock out with my woah

Yea these niggas count no money, count no cheese, yea they broke

(Yea these niggas count no money, count no cheese, yea they broke)

Fuck that nigga dead

Pull up with a bleh, with a cut, let him rest

To fly like a jet

Rick Owen my body

Got Vivienne on my neck

Talk down get hit with a bleh

(Euh)

I do a flow they biting

Shit i be so high i might land

That bitch wan pull up to my planet

The moon i made dat hoe bite sand

That nigga a hoe get mixed like chex

I pour up a four the six not yet

I pass that hoe for an assist like yes

100 rounds from the stick to his chest

Got that nigga thinking like this shit was sum chess

They think i'm lying when i say i'm the best

I told him that you can get shit but no s

He said he gone shoot me fight no f

She said what i'm doing?

I'm not going

He ducking the bullet his top gone

How do it feel to be top dog

I don't know bitch i be tired tho

That nigga eat glizzy a hot dog

Smack the shit out em take his AirPods off

Who you ducking from?

Bitch its the 5-0

Ion know what i've done it's a lot tho

Am i satisfied i want a lot more

And i could never lose my gaup

Fuck these bitches want

Fuck these bitches want

My soul

Fuck these bitches woah

If a nigga talking down, nigga i'ma tag his toe

Pull with an f&n finna rock out with my woah

Yea these niggas count no money, count no cheese, yea they broke

(Yea these niggas count no money, count no cheese, yea they broke)

Fuck that nigga dead

Pull up with a bleh, with a cut, let him rest

To fly like a jet

Rick Owen my body

Got Vivienne on my neck

Talk down get hit with a bleh

(Euh)