Problem, Stoney Tha Dealer - White Riviera lyrics
[Problem, Stoney Tha Dealer - White Riviera lyrics]
Here's a lil story about a Eastside nigga
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Two niggas, one white Riviera
That nigga used to think he put
The pedal to the metal
Back then I used to get
The pound for the fino
Trap talk from the real dealer packer
Says the lil nigga used to hop the
Dought up in my hand finger
Born from a Taaka Vodka liquor
Used to chip me up my money 'till
I learn to count it quick
Hard times cut me up on my
Shit now I'm seein' clearest
Started rappin' cause I'm tired of the lyrics
You never choped, you never fucked
You never bust a mission you never copped
You never you never bust presciptions
You're not a blood, you're not a crip
You'se a fucking gimmick
And that bitch you clamed you fuck
Said you never hit it
Here's a lil story about a Eastside nigga
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Now the line around the corner
But the shop closed
I gotta run nigga shop closed
(I went to meet the plug)
Now the line around the corner
But the shop closed i went to meet the plug
(Dealer)
Got that, double bag
First sale of the pack before a thirty sack
My nigga bleed he
I told brother like to double
Keep the wood crackin'
Servin' out the window like the burger stand
Bad bitches and the homies get
The ground for ten
Growin' up all I wanted was a bank roll
I got a line around the
Corner now I can't close (Dealer)
Here's a lil story about a Eastside nigga
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Two niggas, one white Riviera!
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Two niggas, one white Riviera
That nigga used to think he put
The pedal to the metal
Back then I used to get
The pound for the fino
Trap talk from the real dealer packer
Says the lil nigga used to hop the
Dought up in my hand finger
Born from a Taaka Vodka liquor
Used to chip me up my money 'till
I learn to count it quick
Hard times cut me up on my
Shit now I'm seein' clearest
Started rappin' cause I'm tired of the lyrics
You never choped, you never fucked
You never bust a mission you never copped
You never you never bust presciptions
You're not a blood, you're not a crip
You'se a fucking gimmick
And that bitch you clamed you fuck
Said you never hit it
Here's a lil story about a Eastside nigga
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Now the line around the corner
But the shop closed
I gotta run nigga shop closed
(I went to meet the plug)
Now the line around the corner
But the shop closed i went to meet the plug
(Dealer)
Got that, double bag
First sale of the pack before a thirty sack
My nigga bleed he
I told brother like to double
Keep the wood crackin'
Servin' out the window like the burger stand
Bad bitches and the homies get
The ground for ten
Growin' up all I wanted was a bank roll
I got a line around the
Corner now I can't close (Dealer)
Here's a lil story about a Eastside nigga
Fly motherfucker, everbody call it dealer
Came up on a plane from his Westside partner
Every time he bang it loud for a
Pack he say I got you
Two niggas, one white Riviera!