Testo di 'Donedeal Season' di Versatile

Guess who's back on the wax
Still strapped with pat with gats
Dealin out stacks on parole
Scopin dogs and cats smokin squidgy black
Don't give a rats I'm sick o' the dole
I need more cash
I need me chance
Me birds got fat
I'm feelin' trapped
I ran outta blow
Can't afford Gucci slacks, no more stacks
And now we're goin' to donedeal to make all me dough

When it's late at night and it's after dark
We're discussing all the dogs that we saw at the park
Tryna figure the ones that are less likely to bark
After givin' a blowback off a joint we sparked
Then we buy an ounce of cheese
Blow it in the face if a bichon frise
Throw it in the back o' the van with ease
Make sure it's baked and it's guaranteed
That we're gonna get away wit' your pet
No sweat
If a younger comes hit him with a left shoot 'em wit' a tec
Leave 'em wrecked have him beat
Outburst don't give a fuck
No threat, here to pay off our debt's
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

The pedigree tins, can go very far
Ya lure the dogs in the back o' the car
Away from their owner, away from their ma'
The owner don't know it, dog's in the palm o' your hand
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van (woof woof)
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

Straight rollin' down the south side o' the
Liffey, liffey, liffey, liffey, liffey, liffey
Gone in a jiffy, jiffy
Puppy in the back, baby fat lookin
Squishy, squishy, squishy, squishy, squishy, squishy
Fat lookin' squishy, squishy
Baked off me titties, titties
Givin' the doggy kisses, kisses
Little does he know he's gettin' sold for
One fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty (fading while next line begins) fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty
The Gucci, the Prada, the Louis Vuitton
The Gucci, the Prada, the Louis Vuitton
Donedeal season with the dog rob and leave ya
Got your bichon fuckin' frise in the back o' the van fishin'
Jolly after hit me brick and get the lemon that I'm breezin
Me and alex we be creepin' on our victims we be sweepin'
Wha'?
Callin' garda tryna catch us better stop cause you're not
Callin' garda tryna catch us beat the cop 'n' you'll be shot
Sendin' your sno' back to your maw
Robbin' your dog while we're smokin' the pot
Smokin the wha?
Smokin the pot!
Smokin the wha'?
Smokin the pot!
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

The pedigree tins, can go very far
Ya lure the dogs in the back o' the car
Away from their owner, away from their ma'
The owner don't know it, dog's in the palm o' your hand
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van
Back o' the van, your dog's goin' in the back of the van
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci!