Dope Dealer - Sha Hef

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga

You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer

You a broke nigga, you got no figures

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga

You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer

You a broke nigga, you got no figures

The sun rise where the sun set

I chase the money while a son rest

OTM, we the gun set

Delinquent payments leave your son wet

Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin' less

Used to be the sixth man now they callin' me the Brick man

AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man

Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman

Flossin' all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband

Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks

Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin' mismatched

Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at

Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin' that chit-chat

They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it

Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile

All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share

Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the law and it’s gettin' fractured

Cop it then whip it after

This shit I’m sippin' got me caught up in a rapture

Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga

You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer

You a broke nigga, you got no figures

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga

You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer

You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer

You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup

Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up

Jack boys came, you turned pussy then gave them grams up

Police brought the pressure, they panickin', get they plans up

You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin

She told you she got the gin

I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win

I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin

The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty

I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me

My, my trap jumpin', the fiends dusty

I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty

Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost

Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft

Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss

Told the plug double the order and got the pack off

I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians

Polo all over my body like an equestrian

Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing

Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin'