William Hutson - This song is a drug deal (Foot Villiage Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Shotty under the seat, windows tinted and up Runners walk in the streets, numbers folded and stuffed Into the bicycle spokes with little men watching the corners [?] Around walking the beat the living, don't need your mourning, they need a fix Tell 'em this song is it This is the hours of terror you walk from minutes of bliss This is the sh** you don't tell noone you want to see cry Cause (No one wants their friends to die) This is the necessary transaction to keep your economy active Activation, demographics, keep all the alliances pa**ing Pa**ing the pistol man, they whistling shots Pick up the juice in the fizzle baby he ain't getting caught Put the freebase away, cause the block got hot (We make the day go hop hop hop) Yeah, we bring the yeah, you're cops on cop Bullets gon' spray, the choppers gon' chop [Hook] This song is a drug deal This song will f** you up This song will get s**ers k**ed This song don't give a f** This song is probably your phone held in a styrafoam cup You should play this song if you want to get turned up [Verse 2] Nights with no stars in the city with more cars than spaces Outside clubs where inside suits talk TV sipping ace of spades You can call it (Shangri-la) As long as all your shades are dark enough (Shangri-la) Keep your veil on where you're married to the [?] ([?]) And if you've seen it ([?]) And when you s** on whats in this it is the closest thing to God Take a walk to the smell of rotting life in the air on a trail of smoke Wrapped in a swisher sweet like dreams are made of these evoke A black Saturn with the top all ragged in the alley way off of seventh street And the beat down low with a shift in park and the glow of the lamplight flickering And a group of men with their clothes all red being nonchalant With the ambiance is obviously dagger to the jugular Who want to f** with the waiting room for the voluntary incremental suicide Is a suicide with suicide with thirty eyes like "who am I" But it look like "who are you" And If you here you look too Like [?] like on ragtime bagtime bagpipe hit it, don't stop get it [Hook] [Verse 3] Everyday decapatation ordinary pain In the bloodshot windows to the soul when pushes are inane And turn the dial to the right is the only thing you gain Thirty years of turning trickster trees and blaming it on rain ([?] Like the real thing!) So you keep the coke dryest ([?]) This paint job the flyest (Talkin' 'bout you and me baby!) This some sh** you should see baby This, this sh** ain't free yeah you should bring the money to me You wanna hear cause you're pipe on E And you're skin all itchin and instead they hitting And they never miss and you miss your mom And you missed your calling because you came up to [?] And your b**h is what, b**h is what? Hold up, who you calling a b**h? You and ITS is what we move and may God bless [Hook]