Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mhm, okay
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 f*cking 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 f*cking heater
Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Pour the lean up
Bitch I need a f*cking liter
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Roll that blunt up
Bitch I smoke like Wiz Khalifa
Paper chasing, I don't got no f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking drug dealers
Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her
Geez - Dealer Lyrics
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English
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mhm, okay
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 f*cking 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 f*cking heater
Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Pour the lean up
Bitch I need a f*cking liter
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Roll that blunt up
Bitch I smoke like Wiz Khalifa
Paper chasing, I don't got no f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking drug dealers
Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mhm, okay
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 f*cking 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 f*cking heater
Got 30 rounds inside this mag, have 'em shaking like a seizure
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Pour the lean up
Bitch I need a f*cking liter
I'm tryna get f*cked up
Roll that blunt up
Bitch I smoke like Wiz Khalifa
Paper chasing, I don't got no f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking drug dealers
Yea I love her, but reality just told me I don't need her
Writer: Gabriel Rivera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid