Lyrics No Dealings – Lil Keed
I ain’t want no dealings with you
I’ll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty
I ain’t losing, n**ga, I’m winning
Yeah, I’m rocking Chanel britches
I had the gang ridin’ in the Bentleys
N**ga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil’ b**ch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil’ shawty .. like climps
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
These boys be some h*es
You’ll never ever know
They hatin’ on you on the low
You’ll never ever know
They don’t want you to succeed, man
They don’t want to see you with the load
But I’m living top floor
I’m dripping in the latest clothes
And I’m all in and out your ho’
Bust down Rollie on me and it’s frozen
Now I’m onto you, I’ma just hold on
I f**ked her so good, told the girl hold on
Told my mama, I got you, girl, just hold on’
Baby mama had me a beautiful baby girl, so hold on
Y’all n**gas ain’t seein’ me
Y’all n**gas can’t be me
Y’all n**gas can’t f**k with me
Y’all n**gas can’t manage me
Y’all n**gas can’t invest in me
So you already know
I ain’t want no dealings with you
I’ll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty
I ain’t losing, n**ga, I’m winning
Yeah, I’m rocking Chanel britches
I had the gang ridin’ in the Bentleys
N**ga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil’ b**ch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil’ shawty .. like climps
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, I don’t spend time with these b**ches
I ain’t got time for y’all b**ch-ass n**gas, okay
I don’t spend a dime on these b**ches
And these n**gas out here stealing my drip, okay
N**gas ain’t stack my riches
.223 on me, nah, I don’t ride with no K
Conley Road, yeah, we gon’ get it
Me and Lil Gotit put that on the map, okay, yeah
In the old-school, trippin’ on your main b**ch, yeah, yeah
Trappin’ out the band’, I ain’t talking trash can, yeah, yeah
Y’all n**gas acting like h*es, yeah, you transexual, yeah, yeah
I’ll take care of the family, yeah, I take care of the bills
They ain’t talking ’bout my dress code, nah
‘Cause when I put this s**t on, ain’t no flaws
Long liνe Mexico, that’s my dawg
Hellcat, king, yeah, of the South
I ain’t want no dealings with you
I’ll drop the ceiling with you
Louis duffle bag got the bands in it
It hold more than a hundred-fifty
I ain’t losing, n**ga, I’m winning
Yeah, I’m rocking Chanel britches
I had the gang ridin’ in the Bentleys
n**ga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty
Catch the front end, back end, then dip
Bad lil’ b**ch, yeah, she came on my tip
Know lil’ shawty .. like climps
Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah…
➤ Written by Lil Keed
Album: Trapped on Cleveland 3
Produced by YoungBoyBrown
Lil Keed | 2020
