Meet The Dealers (feat. Stresmatic)

In the Bay, the streets is polluted, unsanitized

Why stay? They'll turn your potato to French Fries

AK, homicides, fuck around and get neutralized

Savage, uncivilized, get in your shit like some flies

Pull a bitch like a trailer without the hitch

She want my dick between both of her lips

She like my outfit, my status, my personality

Took her to the telly, skeeted on her cavity

I put it on my nana, clip game bananas

Choppa got a cooler, pistol got the bandanna

B-la got a scanner, hammer in some hoes

Blowin' on exotic, she been playin' with her nose

We on tippy-toes, pose for the 'Gram

She do it for the fam, baby know the game plan

Hit before I scram, put her in the jam

Supposed to have the back, but I was in there going HAM

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

Beanie cap rolled up, sittin' on top of the head

Pistol filled up, little niggas about they bread

She gon' hol' up, that's what his pimp partner said

We gon' blow up, and buy a big-ass crib

Saucy, they offer me bricks and broomsticks

Hits from the dab, you know how mad these fools get

Maps of the pad got your bitch in the pool with

Bosses and they topless playin' around with pool sticks

Another day go when I was headed to the store

To buy some backwoods to smoke my turtle

I saw this buster that owed me a couple dollars or something

At first I was about to let the shit go, but no

This nigga on go, he acting hella ampy

Like I ain't the chef, you know I shrimp scampy

I put him in the mix, shoot him in his dick

Don't ever fuck around with the family

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

I Die Hard, drive cars with no OnStar

Spend the night with a pornstar

She got her own bar, keep my weed in the clothes drawer

And roll 'em up, she got handle bars

Annually, there's four quarters in twelve months, listen here

There's eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours in a year

There's 28 grams in a zip of nasal candy, right?

A thousand gigabyets in a terabyte

Long nights in the summertime, still count money

Hard top rain, like to drop it when it's sunny

And you can ask Sonny, 'cause he the bus driver

Clever like MacGyver with a stash box inside her

We livin' in a world where the unexpected became expected

Real shit? Niggas disrespect it

Seconds can mean the difference between life and death

Every day, I wake up and open my eyes, I'm blessed... BIATCH!

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

Meet the dealers

All real niggas, no squealers

Thirty on the bottom, .40 cal potato peelers

We them guys

Not like them, we're realer

I'm in here with the vacuum sealer

Meet the dealers