The Dealer, Pt. 2 - Larry June

Damnit I done raised my fucking prices, I need like 50

When I’m not rappin', bitch, I’m four deep pimpin'

Black M80, nigga, this is not a semi

Aw sweetheart you doing so good now

Ho, let a nigga hit it, ay

Big four four, I just got it for protection

I’m somewhere on the island with my bitch gettin' becky

Bust down roley, only wear it when I’m blazin'

Fresh squeezed orange juice’s what a nigga sippin', damn

Back to the trap, no nigga got these prices

Still got the jugg for my motherfucking pisces, hold on

This is for my trap niggas mobbin' with no license

If you got a problem, bitch nigga I’m slidin'

Drug dealer, drug dealer, healthy nigga, healthy nigga

Drug dealer, drug dealer, healthy nigga, healthy nigga

Pimp nigga, pimp nigga, pimp nigga, pimp nigga

Oh no no no, no he didn’t

Tryna jack my swag but yo' ass was bullshittin'

M16 with the night vision

My chain do the moonwalk, when lights hit it

I got three cellphones for no reason

I still think I’m in the trap

(Ay bitch, hand me that salt and pepper, please, thank you)

Nightmares, cold sweats, paranoid, loaded TEC’s

Demolition, on the mission, weigh it up, send it out, postman

White teeth, gold teeth, fitted cap, dopeman, oh man

Thought I lost it but I didn’t

Realest nigga in it, fuck the rapgame

If this don’t work then I’m sellin' cane

To electric ales in my fishtank

Still got a square bitch in Brisbane

Drug dealer, drug dealer, healthy nigga, healthy nigga

Drug dealer, drug dealer, healthy nigga, healthy nigga

Pimp nigga, pimp nigga, pimp nigga, pimp nigga