Dealer (feat. Young Buck & Tone Tone)
Me, I ain't no rapper
Nigga, I'm a trapper
Eva since nigga was invented
Came out that snapper
Cocaine pin my stature
Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin
Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet
Magnetics, nigga, I'm stackin'
Whateva you crab, I'm matchin'
I'm soap certain bout my curse
Shit's comin' back to a mansion
At work call a nigga athen
I rap, still give a dabble
There's only curtains went over certain
I ain't dealin' with hustles
Bring that bread back to that castle
Lay it on the bed, that's what blacks do
Take a picture, me and my figures
Basket in my satchel
You rap, I'mma come back to put you beneath
Put you at leave, no altitude
My attitude is absolute
Nigga like me comin' after you
(Hook)
This is for my drug dealers
Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers
Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers
Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers
Hovado loco to all my Mocco drug dealers
Yella to my Aerobic drug dealers
All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers
Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas
(2)
With my granddaddy got guncharches
his grandson got gramms though
got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting
my kids cause I got ammo
and I ain't talk about ammo
I am talking about shelves, ho
these???
you sit down
projects with this pyrex
got nine left with these hombres
he's jumpin' back, I'm bein' honest
I got all my young niggas on this
I don't believe in carin no gateway
I don't takin' care of no grown man???
...
Nigga, I'm a trapper
Eva since nigga was invented
Came out that snapper
Cocaine pin my stature
Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin
Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet
Magnetics, nigga, I'm stackin'
Whateva you crab, I'm matchin'
I'm soap certain bout my curse
Shit's comin' back to a mansion
At work call a nigga athen
I rap, still give a dabble
There's only curtains went over certain
I ain't dealin' with hustles
Bring that bread back to that castle
Lay it on the bed, that's what blacks do
Take a picture, me and my figures
Basket in my satchel
You rap, I'mma come back to put you beneath
Put you at leave, no altitude
My attitude is absolute
Nigga like me comin' after you
(Hook)
This is for my drug dealers
Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers
Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers
Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers
Hovado loco to all my Mocco drug dealers
Yella to my Aerobic drug dealers
All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers
Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas
(2)
With my granddaddy got guncharches
his grandson got gramms though
got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting
my kids cause I got ammo
and I ain't talk about ammo
I am talking about shelves, ho
these???
you sit down
projects with this pyrex
got nine left with these hombres
he's jumpin' back, I'm bein' honest
I got all my young niggas on this
I don't believe in carin no gateway
I don't takin' care of no grown man???
...
Credits
Writer(s): David Brown, Obie Trice, Marcus Jamal Mills, Antionio Henderson
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