Dealers Devlin (Ft. Ghetts, Scorcher & Wretch 32)

(Verse 1 – 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