Crack Deal O’Neal HANK TRILL (Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER)

[Intro: Hank Trill]
I got them propane tanks and bricks of cocaine and it's stacked up all the way to the ceiling. That shit's taller than Shaquille O'Neal; matter of fact, I think that shit stands taller than Slenderman

[Refrain: Hank Trill]
They call me Crack Deal O'Neal
My product sittin' 3-foot-five off the floor
I give it extra high heels
I cut it now it stand seven foot
I double up my dope deals
And my weed crop grow seven feet above the fields

[Verse 1: Hank Trill]
My crop's tall like Anthony Davis
Your shit look like Warwick Davis
Don't need a scope I shoot aimless
I got cannabis and crack rock and oxycontin cravin's
You must be mistaken
You think I ain't hatin'
For a single day I'm on this plane
Well I'm awaitin' the day I die of old age
I remain to be tax evadin'
Don't know how many years I'll be facin'
If I got detained
Bobby quit manscapin'
That's a scam quit shavin' with it
I use real wood don't touch that fake reclaimed shit
Medium rare my favorite meal
Listen to my spiel
I got bail stacked on bail
Seven feet high like Shaquille
Leave you injured like Kevin Durant
Tryna get up now you can't
Leave you with a couple cramps
I smokin' on dank I keep it damp
I got the tallest gardens in Arlen
Your shit on the floor like James Harden
I make smart remarks when the police tryna poop on my parties
Propane pirate hardy hardy
Bobby quit playin' with Barbies
I could go to New York and perform at the Carnegie