Dealer

[Hook]
Yes I’m a dealer, dressing in Maison Margiellas
Yes I’m a dealer in [?] slippers
Yes I’m a dealer, I hang in the trap with the killers
Yes I’m a dealer, yes I’m a dealer
Yes I’m a dealer, weighing the dope on the bench
Yes I’m a dealer, bought a whole pound with the clique
Yes I’m a dealer, if I want to I’m buying your bitch
Yes I’m a dealer, I’m cooking the dope, weigh and sealing the coke

[Verse 1]
Run up on Willie get smoked, the day that they kick in the door
I flied out the back, flushing the dope
Don’t give a fuck bout them folks, busting the bail like busting the flow
Big molly butts on the floor, you might just get what you want from the door
Nigga we answer, we got to get more
Call up Pablo with the boat, tell him [?] float
I get your [?] float, cut off your fingers and throw it if they late with the note
The bangers I tote, totally thirty or more
I light this bitch up like a show
Bring dope to your door in a pair of Margiellas
You know I’m the nigga, be scraping the bowl

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m dressing terrific, the dope is stupendous
My cutlery ridiculous, my ho independent
I don’t mean to mention, these new [?] tenants
They serving different levels, these bitches so expensive
I live a different living, my money to the ceiling
Who the fuck said [?] and didn’t mention Willie
But anyway, back to the drugs and the guns
We serve a brick to a [?]
We got the milly, [?] drum, fuck where you’re from
I turn it into Vietnam

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