H.N.I.C. - Dope Dealer lyrics

[Hook] You a broke n***a, I'm a dope n***a You a broke n***a, I'm a coke dealer You a broke n***a, I'm a dope dealer You a broke n***a, you got no figures You a broke n***a, I'm a dope n***a You a broke n***a, I'm a coke dealer You a broke n***a, I'm a dope dealer You a broke n***a, you got no figures [Verse 1] 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 b**h at Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin' that chit-chat They say I'm vile, f** 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 Lord and it's gettin' fractured Cop it then whip it after This sh** I'm sippin' got me caught up in a rapture Even when I'm throwed it ain't a throne I couldn't capture [Hook] You a broke n***a, I'm a dope n***a You a broke n***a, I'm a coke dealer You a broke n***a, I'm a dope dealer You a broke n***a, you got no figures You a broke n***a, I'm a dope n***a You a broke n***a, I'm a coke dealer You a broke n***a, I'm a dope dealer You a broke n***a, ain't got no figures [Verse 2] Before I was a standout n***as knew I was standup Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up Jack boys came, we turned p**y then gave them grams up Police brought the pressure, they panickin', get they plans up You ain't my kin, I ate your b**h 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 p**y then skate off I call it Gretzkyin'