[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 b*tch
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 f*ck 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
n*gga 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 b*tch up like a show
Bring dope to your door in a pair of Margiellas
You know I’m the n*gga, 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 b*tches so expensive
I live a different living, my money to the ceiling
Who the f*ck 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, f*ck where you’re from
I turn it into Vietnam
[Hook]