No Deal lyrics

[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 n*gga so ill, like roadkill
Shoutout n*gga 'preme tho, got no deal
Bust down my wrist, I got no dealShoutout to Boat, for the boy you know I kill
Glock on my hip, that's a big steel
Send my young n*gga go do a drill
Beat up the pot, I ain't cooking no oatmeal
These n*ggas 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 b*tch I need two pair
Walk inside Prada I need me like two pairs
Drip on that n*gga, that young n*gga too rare
f*cking that b*tch like a motherf*cking bear
Broke that b*tch back and I yank at her hair
Smoking Gelato, put dope in the air
I spent three bands on a new Moncler
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas be squares
Too many bands, I'ma flex on these n*ggas
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 di*k then yo' lame ass kiss her
Whipping up dope, they call me that mixer
My young n*gga shoot sh*t like Derek Fisher
Bust on that n*gga just like a blister
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Bust on that b*tch just like I am a blister
Can't steal my sauce I pull up like: "Hey Mister!"
f*cked on your b*tch 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 n*gga be pus*y, if I punch, call it fist her
Hold up, wait a minute my n*gga, '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 pus*y slides, so damn good
That I just said "Can't Believe That It's Not Butter!"
Hate these n*ggas 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 n*gga so ill, like roadkill
Shoutout n*gga '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 n*gga go do a drill
Beat up the pot, I ain't cooking no oatmeal
These n*ggas 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