Hotboy Wes – Before the Deal Lyrics

Hotboy Wes – Before the Deal Lyrics

Before the Deal Lyrics by Hotboy Wes

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I got roguish ways
Been through major pain, so I’m soldier made
Walkin’ through the bottom with that chopper on my shoulder blades
Yellin’, “Who want war with me?”
We gon’ spin and we gon’ spin again until the car dizzy
Everywhere I go I got my bro, I keep my boy wit’ me
I ain’t talkin’ pistols when I say I keep a toy wit’ me
Pull up foreign car, look from afar and see a star ceiling
I ain’t got a fear, my vision clear ’cause I got God with me
I’ma up the sco’, bitch, I’ma blow, I got that rod with me
Know we get retarded in your party if my squad with me
You can check my resume, I swear I used to rob niggas
Got it out the mud now I’m livin’ like I’m all figured

[Chorus]
Push-to-start Porsche, this bitch came from pushin’ pills
Came from Section 8, a long way from whеre I live
Dissin’ on the dеad when you ain’t really do that drill
Got up on that stain, they sent your man away for years
Bitch, I’m out the trenches, I really was missin’ meals
Emotions made me distant, I got niggas that got killed
Know these niggas don’t like me, So Icy, they better chill
Ask Wop where I was before the deal, I’m for real

[Verse 2]
I be thuggin’ with that hammer out
Landlord, bitch, and he tryna kick my lil’ family out
Grew up in the bottom, a lotta roaches on countertops
Told my son, “It’s your future, you can be a astronaut”
Paint a bigger portrait, I got stories I can’t televise
Niggas say they be off in our trenches, but they never noddin’
I jumped off the porch, y’all niggas took the scary route
I know she a opp, but I fuck her, she got wetter top
Niggas swear they gunnin’, but be runnin’ when that metal pop
I’m that same youngin that was bummin’ at my daddy’s spot
Niggas just be cappin’, ain’t no action when that addy drop
Put that on my gang, bitch, my name the one they brag about

[Chorus]
Push-to-start Porsche, this bitch came from pushin’ pills
Came from Section 8, a long way from where I live
Dissin’ on the dead when you ain’t really do that drill
Got up on that stain, they sent your man away for years
Bitch, I’m out the trenches, I really was missin’ meals
Emotions made me distant, I got niggas that got killed
Know these niggas don’t like me, So Icy, they better chill
Ask Wop where I was before the deal, I’m for real