[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 k**ers
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**h
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** bout them folks, busting the bail like busting the flow
Big molly bu*ts on the floor, you might just get what you want from the door
n***a 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**h up like a show
Bring dope to your door in a pair of Margiellas
You know I'm the n***a, 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**hes so expensive
I live a different living, my money to the ceiling
Who the f** said [?] and didn't mention Willie
But anyway, back to the d** and the guns
We serve a brick to a [?]
We got the milly, [?] drum, f** where you're from
I turn it into Vietnam
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