White Riviera - Problem, Stoney Tha 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

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 !