Deadstock DP - 1,2,3 Lyrics

You're a lil' nigga to me, ayy
Better get up on your Dean, boy
Ayy, two-tone Rollie, that's a lil' niggaa speed
I don't wear Amiri, Man, that shit ain't fly to me, ayy

Bond number nine, cause that Dolce was cheap
I wanna turn around, but I'm here for a week
My boy a connoisseur, he gon' package up his P's
My junkies is consumers, they gon' buy up what I bring

I'm landing with some pape, SFO door 3
Ayy, repeat offender, I just paid for TP
Flipped for a hundred, now I'm in the big leagues
If it's not a dub or better you can't get a bag from me

Man, I got a G for every bump I'm seeing acne
If you wanna get it done, make sure you ask me
I don't need investors cause my money long
I can cop it, flip it, stash it and answer phones

MOQs and bad habits got me sellin whole
Wish I had the line on drank and the styrofoam
Ayy, one, two, three, bitch, it's money on the floor
I wanna buy some carats and a box logo

Head to 305, blow a bag and showboat
I done spoiled bad bitches, now I need a 304
Ayy, get up on your dean, boy, you movin' too slow
I need machinery because we movin' by the load

I got Houdini speed, bitch, I'm here and then I'm gone
Pinot Grig me with a side of caviar
Shit, it's paper on the table, more that's on the flow
I got cameras on the crib and my lil' cousin on the door

You could kick this bitch in and you could run into a pole
In a sticky situation, gotta relocate the dope
Ayy, get up on your dean, boy, this motion turn me on
Don't be worried about them hoes, only money call this phone

I won't let 50 flick me, I'ma kick one
I might kiss this bitch ass, she on her fifth run
Your pride and joy, she on my pine, I call her Kris Dunn
Bubble bath, textin' my hoes like I'm Rev Run
Broke niggas always talkin', I don't hear nothin
Put some paper on his noggin', make him fear somethin

Ayy, one, two, three, bitch, it's money on the flow
I wanna buy some carrots and a box logo
Head to 305, blow a bag and showboat
I done spoiled bad bitches, now I need a 304
Ayy, get up on your dean, boy, you movin' too slow
I need machinery because we movin' by the load

I got Houdini speed, bitch, I'm here and then I'm gone
Pinot Grigio me with a side of caviar