Wretch 32 - Dealers lyrics

(Verse 1 – Devlin) I got a phone call from a shot He said he was outside the shop But I'm meeting him outside the block I'll be there in two secs When I rolled up he was standing with two pecs And these little pecs draw two teks Don't worry though they didn't bust those off I grabbed my deals and drove off Said I'd be back with a strap to come blow your nose off See the word is that I've got the peng ting And these mugs know where I live f** it, sitting in my bedroom all night holding a stick Come on then roll on my crib Cause my boy Ghetts knows a boy in your crew So we've got all the information on you Don't know what I won't do f** it I'll come and approach you Then smoke you, I'll take your lace out your trainers and choke you For the p's that you owe me cause I don't owe you Quick when the times right man I'm gonna show you And you think that I'm quiet and I won't start riots I'm an arsonist I'll set your yard on fire Hard to retire when the bars that I fire Inspire so many people to admire See you on the roads for the P's that you owe Then I'll smash you in the face with barbed wire People wanna rob you, people wanna knock you Hard to survive on the roads but you've got to Keep your head down if you got to Watch you, shot to, duck the old bill if they clock you Keep your weed in your balls not your socks dude Watch for the feds in the manor that you bop through The Movement are number one so f** top two (Verse 2 – Ghetts) I be carrying weight on a rundown shabby estate The cats go to the alley and wait The other day I gave harry a taste I got the peng so my salary's raised But some n***as wanna rattle my cage We can battle for days I'm Hannibal with a mechanical aim Got chicks with sticks, no vanity case Bust gun like Calamity Jayne I trust none, cause when the funds come in the lump sum You're wanted, summit like Sadam Hussain And your best mate, will do nothing but spectate Check mate, Tec to the chest plate Invest in the best but guess what Nothing ain't stopping a head shot, believe Cause of the greed it's all grease Not enough P's to proceed, still we're all eager to eat That's why I've got more than a crease in my jeans Cause n******gs want war but some are not sure So your dog's got lock jaw when I pop four I'll turn the beast to a sheep There's nothing I hate more than police on the beat When I get away I'm a go Greece for the week Bare feet on the beach Come back with a new outlook upon life, some man are on hype Cause they want stripes, me I wanna song write Watch me contrive for long time I be getting girls excited like prom night But more time I'm attracting the wrong type, slags! So my dicks wrapped in a dom tight I've got a wife so sometimes I'm gone sh**e And when I've got beef know that its on sight Long nine, ha it's gonna be a long night (Verse 3 – Wretch 32) Look, cuz I'm a grinder You know why? I can turn 28 grams into 70 shots I get pounds whilst enemies watch, I get down on every block, I do make mine I, still be on the block like drain pipes, flooding the roads like rain I'm going through caine like I work in a kitchen, aim high The great chef, they rate Wretch, cause I do what I'm spose to Move cubes to the old dudes, watch ‘em dart likes it's soul food (?) Make q's for the whole queue, I ain't move but I'm so crew yeah (?) Look, yeah still I get p's fast, cause my teams got the least calm They don't tic cause I'm so tick And I flirt with the whole strip They're like sink and I owe (Shhh!) Not another word or find another kerb Cause you're getting on a brothers nerves So much food that I can even bird with another bird And I won't get cages, yeah look Cause I love my yute so you know that I plug my food That there is above the truth I make grands for my whole fam Break brands for the whole brand (?) Shake hands when it goes down Count p's when I get upstairs I don't stop til I get upstairs It's hot but I'm bless I'm here Check my funds, real grinding Check my son, real shining Break your lungs if you like it, on a pipe or a white spliff Either way I be quite rich (Verse 4 – Scorcher) Ey look, I'm going out like Scarface but none of you's seem Sosa Big funds, big guns to protect it I go the whole nine yards I'm trying to f** with a shipment You stay there trying to weigh up your whole nine bars I'm gonna die on a high but I don't mean coked up high off the white On the reals, I'm just trying to put d** on the roads like cars We're all dealers playing this game But I'm trying to be the one holding the cards So when you play the game I hold all of the chips and I stay the same It ain't hard I was made to baid All I've got is my balls and my word And I don't mind moving scores on the kerb Give it two more years and I'm the one you're calling for birds I was screwing this ting round here I was moving a 2 and a Q with this ting round ‘ere No white gold loop in my ear lobes Flick knife in my boots for the heroes Stick guys trying to move to my zeroes You know me you know how I do this Every weekend I gotta get new bits One bike, two cribs when I'm here homes Brap!