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 [Hook]