Jay Rock - Supplier Man lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] I'm the supplier man I'm the supplier man I got that fire I promise I get you higher come and holla When you spark it up it's gonna push you out And if you try to play me I'ma put you out [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Ain't nobody f**ing with me man Nick bags, dime bags, dub bags, gone fast, quick cash I'm the supplier get you higher fast Five-O patting us down now, we gotta stash stacks My caine you can't match that Multiple rocks up in my knapsack Beam on my black gat You see me on the corner don't be scared to ask that Don't be surprised when I ask you where my cash at Them girls wearing them jeans that show their bu*tcrack My b**h ain't wear that, why, that's where my straps at I put the smash down, no ain't even get [?] I catch you with the cheques you headed for a downtrap Fiends remember my name And I keep it the same From January to December I do pure caine So just slide up your thing Please bring me your bullets I'm the supplier man [?] [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay Rock] They call me Jay R but I ain't the Birdman Junior Rolling up spliffs by the zone guess [?] I'm so sharp like a harpoon Shirt animated something like a cartoon I got that water resin silver spoon Here to hang your neck and hear different tunes That's what that sherm will do Setting up shop like a carnival Got more bombs than the army fool That pretty arm salute We got that snow in the sunny state We be chopping rocks on so long, 'till our hands ache We got connects in another state We sniff lines here's another plate Just have your fun today When you grind hard watch dreams come true If you ever try to play me baby hit you with that [?] baby Have you in a box like two pairs of shoes With no chest, shouldn't have played yourself [Hook] [Verse 3: Unknown] This some Cadillac pimpin' Cooking coke in the kitchen That judge still want me to stop, I won't listen Hoes still hot on the block, I'm still pitchin' White gold all on the watch, cause I'm pimpin' Something you seen in magazines, so clean I live my s** life [?] Boys keep it calm you know my cup full of lean I play that game by myself, I don't need no team Yeah I know I'm co*ky Enemies wanna drop me [?] straight to the top, you can't stop me Plus I put the pipe in your neck, you can't knock me Hustle everyday in the streets, 'till cops pop me See you all running when I'm pulling that TEC out Say you want beef, well I'll show you what Bo's 'bout I'm from these streets, so I'll travel the next route The homies out deep, and they sticking their chests out [Hook]