Dealers - 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

Fuck 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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 niggas 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 niggers 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 shite

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 fuck 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 drugs 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!