"Meet The Dealers" lyrics
[Part I]
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Who you think you holdin' down with them pounds like a heavyweight?
I don't just shit talk, I demonstrate
We keep adjusting 'til we get the settings straight
We gon' keep clappin' like we playin' patty cake
I'm like Phil Jackson, I win and meditate
Niggas do dirt, hit the stand and go Ella Mai
Yo' bitch on the team, gettin' D'd up like Shane Battier
I close my eyes in the Uber, I gotta pray
Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war
Could tell by the way that you are
The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal
The right hand is pitching the ball
We ain't hit it off, it's not that I don't kick at all
But I don't wanna kick it with y'all
My bitches be tall, I be climbin' that tree like I'm Tarzan
Swingin' on leaves in the garden
Just 'cause you talk like a dealer, it won't make them feel ya
Your actions speak louder than words
My seed is the salt of the earth, y'all grade on a curve
I flipped it for profit from words
My bitches switch lanes with the Beamer, bring home heavy herb
How dare you niggas step on my turf?
My bitch don't eat dinner, I'm watchin' her weight and my words
Lie to me, I triple your worth
Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war
Could tell by the way that you are
The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal
The right hand is pitching the—
[DATPIFFMAFIA:]
Ask anybody I know
I set off any type of function, and that's everywhere that I go
Even with a low FICO
Ya girl say the credit good enough to beat it like a taiko
Sentiment from anyone in General Mills
Scratch the serial and send a man toast
It'll hit 'em like a cinder block, I send a man quotes
Literary or the physical, I send a man both
Itty-bitty blade, no homo, it'll get a man poked
Even if it didn't hit, I bet it give a damn stroke
Ain't no fent up in the pen, I bet it give a man coke
Middle-aged the .45, I bet it give a damn colt
Y'all compliment backhand with target aimed
I compliment with a backhand, I'm Charlamagne
Even my droughts be a classic, 3rd Carter Wayne
Ain't a card with a limit to charge the game
[Part II]
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Come here on my knees
Make her
Kick out the curtain, the pistol be twerkin'
They singin' off stage like Aretha or Kirk
We gon' wet up the shirt
When you come here, better have on all black or you getting returned
I hold the hammer like Thor when I'm swingin'
I'm missin' my demons, I cannot be nappin' no more
If you sleepin', my heart won't go on like Céline
If you breathin', we gotta get even, the semi is squeezing
The choppa step off of the shelf, got to feedin'
We workin' like Kenan, it's Sunday to Sunday, no sleepin' in season
Y'all gassin' 87, but 89 is the premium
Who tryna stop it? No overhead, all that I'm makin' is profit
Stop switchin' the topic, I'm checking deposits
They checkin' my pockets, you go high enough, they start checkin' your wallet
Now Huey got shot, Elvis died on the toilet
I'm stirrin' the pot and for free they gon' boil it up
Serve it up, whip it up, even re-oil it
I'm drippin' in Goya, you never got out of first gear like LaToya
You never got out of first gear like LaToya
White bitches hittin' the ground like a horror
I took my shot, now I feel like a Hoya, woosh
Pop out, niggas actin' bad until I gotta pull the yop out
Sell that Mr. Clean until I had to pull the mop out
Heard it through the vine that you ain't really what you talk 'bout
Stalking other men is pretty weird, that's not a cop out
All you do is yap, that's why your shit is never bought out
Niggas makin' up shit in they head, they haven't thought out
Certain groups of people get offended when they called out
When I'm in the city with my niggas and we ball out
Chillin' in the bunker and we ready for the fallout
You should keep it zipped if you ain't ready for the call-out
Used to sip away the pain, don't make me bring that Scotty Hall out
(Boom)
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Who you think you holdin' down with them pounds like a heavyweight?
I don't just shit talk, I demonstrate
We keep adjusting 'til we get the settings straight
We gon' keep clappin' like we playin' patty cake
I'm like Phil Jackson, I win and meditate
Niggas do dirt, hit the stand and go Ella Mai
Yo' bitch on the team, gettin' D'd up like Shane Battier
I close my eyes in the Uber, I gotta pray
Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war
Could tell by the way that you are
The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal
The right hand is pitching the ball
We ain't hit it off, it's not that I don't kick at all
But I don't wanna kick it with y'all
My bitches be tall, I be climbin' that tree like I'm Tarzan
Swingin' on leaves in the garden
Just 'cause you talk like a dealer, it won't make them feel ya
Your actions speak louder than words
My seed is the salt of the earth, y'all grade on a curve
I flipped it for profit from words
My bitches switch lanes with the Beamer, bring home heavy herb
How dare you niggas step on my turf?
My bitch don't eat dinner, I'm watchin' her weight and my words
Lie to me, I triple your worth
Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war
Could tell by the way that you are
The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal
The right hand is pitching the—
[DATPIFFMAFIA:]
Ask anybody I know
I set off any type of function, and that's everywhere that I go
Even with a low FICO
Ya girl say the credit good enough to beat it like a taiko
Sentiment from anyone in General Mills
Scratch the serial and send a man toast
It'll hit 'em like a cinder block, I send a man quotes
Literary or the physical, I send a man both
Itty-bitty blade, no homo, it'll get a man poked
Even if it didn't hit, I bet it give a damn stroke
Ain't no fent up in the pen, I bet it give a man coke
Middle-aged the .45, I bet it give a damn colt
Y'all compliment backhand with target aimed
I compliment with a backhand, I'm Charlamagne
Even my droughts be a classic, 3rd Carter Wayne
Ain't a card with a limit to charge the game
[Part II]
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Come here on my knees
Make her
Kick out the curtain, the pistol be twerkin'
They singin' off stage like Aretha or Kirk
We gon' wet up the shirt
When you come here, better have on all black or you getting returned
I hold the hammer like Thor when I'm swingin'
I'm missin' my demons, I cannot be nappin' no more
If you sleepin', my heart won't go on like Céline
If you breathin', we gotta get even, the semi is squeezing
The choppa step off of the shelf, got to feedin'
We workin' like Kenan, it's Sunday to Sunday, no sleepin' in season
Y'all gassin' 87, but 89 is the premium
Who tryna stop it? No overhead, all that I'm makin' is profit
Stop switchin' the topic, I'm checking deposits
They checkin' my pockets, you go high enough, they start checkin' your wallet
Now Huey got shot, Elvis died on the toilet
I'm stirrin' the pot and for free they gon' boil it up
Serve it up, whip it up, even re-oil it
I'm drippin' in Goya, you never got out of first gear like LaToya
You never got out of first gear like LaToya
White bitches hittin' the ground like a horror
I took my shot, now I feel like a Hoya, woosh
Pop out, niggas actin' bad until I gotta pull the yop out
Sell that Mr. Clean until I had to pull the mop out
Heard it through the vine that you ain't really what you talk 'bout
Stalking other men is pretty weird, that's not a cop out
All you do is yap, that's why your shit is never bought out
Niggas makin' up shit in they head, they haven't thought out
Certain groups of people get offended when they called out
When I'm in the city with my niggas and we ball out
Chillin' in the bunker and we ready for the fallout
You should keep it zipped if you ain't ready for the call-out
Used to sip away the pain, don't make me bring that Scotty Hall out
(Boom)
