Dealer Lyrics

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I just walked in and spent a band at the dealer (Okay)

You could bring your friends baby, this a four seater

Gang posted on the block, like some fucking drug dealers

Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her (Uh, uh)

Say whatchu want about me nigga, bitch I'll bring the fucking heater

Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure

I'm tryna get fucked up

Pour the lean up

Bitch I need a fucking liter

I'm tryna get fucked up

Roll that blunt up

Bitch I smoke like Wiz Khalifa

Paper chasing, I don't got no fucking time for no response

I got two many damn options

Which one I want?

I feel like John Stockton, when I'm

Serving up the rock

Bitch I been ballin'

I break her back and then I'm gone

I left that bitch she swear I lost

I told her friend come give me top

Just want the neck, don't wanna talk

Ten on the neck, that's what it cost

Wanna be me?

Gotta get yo bag up, get yo cash up

Cause right now you're under me like 30 fucking racks yuh

I just walked in and spent a band at the dealer (Okay)

You could bring your friends baby, this a four seater

Gang posted on the block, like some fucking drug dealers

Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her (Uh, uh)

Say whatchu want about me nigga, bitch I'll bring the fucking heater

Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure

Yeah, I swear that shit is so typical

Shoot 'em up like an e.matt visual

Put up your fists if you tryna get physical

Stuck in my ways, tryna get to the pinnacle

You switched up on me why you acting so pitiful

Hole in his neck, need a surgeon, it's critical

Let 'em know who I am, when I step in this bitch

I need some percs, I need like six

She cut my wrists, dumb emo bitch

She want my money?

Wont even trip

Wont even stumble

Bout no bitch

Stand on my money

I'm Uzi rich

Ya pockets hungry

My pockets stuffed

You say you get me

I've had enough

Why you hurt me?

I've had enough

Felt like surgery

Cut me up

I think it's working

You set me up

Got bubble guts

From all the drugs

Need Novacane

Cause I'm too fucked up

I just walked in and spent a band at the dealer (Okay)

You could bring your friends baby, this a four seater

Gang posted on the block, like some fucking drug dealers

Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her (Uh, uh)

Say whatchu want about me nigga, bitch I'll bring the fucking heater

Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure

I just walked in and spent a band at the dealer

You could bring your friends baby, this a four seater

Gang posted on the block, like some fucking drug dealers

Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her