[intro]
[Male Vocal]
Allow me to introduce you to Your friendly neighborhood drug dealer.
Drug dealer
[male (whisper)]
Nicky...
[808 bass breakdown]
Brooklyn.
[verse 1]
Kitchen smelling crazy, product cooking on the stove
Baking soda magic, turning powder into gold
Gloves on my hands, can’t be leaving fingerprints
Stacking dirty dollars, nicky really with the shits
Yeah I'm with the shit.
With the shit with the blicky
(Nicky really with the blicky)
I Get one brick,I Flip it quick.. lee
Tried to hit the lick on me.
Killed by a man named Nicky?
(Embarrassing)
[Bridge]
Barrel on the dresser, safety off for the drama
end up on a t-shirt, your poor mama
Louis V for my drip, extra clip on my hip
Glock in the crossbody, 2 birds in the whip (BOW)
[Chorus]
I..
Kill..
two birds with one stone,
I..
made..
two mil with one phone
I Love my trap,
built this all on my own,
They call, i flip.
Yeah I'm in my zone
Two birds,
one phone (DRUG DEALER)
[Verse 2]
MY...
BACK...PACK ...
FULL OF FUCKING DRUGS
(I GOT IT)
I...
WAS... BROKE...
HEAVY ON THE WAS
(I GOT BANDS NOW)
From pills to powder,
Its gone in a hour,
(an hour?)
You know why i like money?
(Why Nicky?)
Power
Fiends lining up,
they know I'm the plug.
Hoes hated on me
Got money now it's love?
Clip full of slugs
They crazy for the drugs
She crashout for a high
Even tried to Fuck...
Me.
(She a brokieeee)
[Bridge]
Barrel on the dresser, safety off for the drama
end up on a t-shirt, your poor mama
Louis V for my drip, extra clip on my hip
Glock in the crossbody, 2 birds in the whip (BOW)
[Chorus]
I..
Kill..
two birds with one stone,
I..
made..
two mil with one phone
I Love my trap,
built this all on my own,
They call, i flip.
Yeah I'm in my zone
Two birds,
one phone (DRUG DEALER)
[Verse 3]
Rubber bands snapping, counting racks till my hands sore
I got money in the walls i got money in the floor
got Blow in the freezer, got guns galore
I Started with 2 birds, now I'm getting 4
Feds..
watch.. close,
my moves too slick
I..
pop.. out,
they like "WHO'S THIS?"
They..
Aint.. Trip,
til I got rich
Please..
get.. off,
my dick
[Bridge]
Barrel on the dresser, safety off for the drama
end up on a t-shirt, your poor mama
Louis V for my drip, extra clip on my hip
Glock in the crossbody, 2 birds in the whip (BOW)
[Chorus]
I..
Kill..
two birds with one stone,
I..
made..
two mil with one phone
I Love my trap,
built this all on my own,
They call, i flip.
Yeah I'm in my zone
Two birds,
one phone (DRUG DEALER)
[instrumental breakdown]
Got rich as fuck off one phone
(DRUG DEALER)
One phone one phone
(DRUG DEALER)
Flip 2 bricks with one phone
(drug dealer)
2 turn to 4
(DRUG DEALER)
4 turn to 8
(DRUG DEALER)
Out the fucking TRAP HOUSE?
(DRUG DEALER)
[male vocal talking]
I'm a narcotic Picasso
I paint pictures with a brick.
(DRUG DEALER)
Please Call me an artist, if you will
[Outro]
YOU'RE A DRUG DEALER
NickyBrooklyn
