Lyrics of 'Neighborhood Supplier (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)' by Justin Rarri

FreshDuzIt
Yeah, yeah

Tell the ho' it's a roll
Brody got tight 'cause a nigga like me prolly step sister
Nigga get the fuck off
You cannot walk in my section 'cause
I am a bigger stepper, never ran above
I never had a job, I don't know how to use Swiffer
And I don't say miss, and I got them blicks for gorillas
Bitch, I put the B in beast mode
And without it I'd still be in east mode
You can catch me all over the east coast
Fucking 'round, having bitches on me, ho'
Mixing up the Quavo, no Migos
No disrespect to the Migos
Got Chanel-y, I know you can see, ho
Got them foreign bitches, they illegal
Had to jugg all through the hood
You ain't fucking with me, understood bitch?
I been staying the racks as I should, bitch
Whipping up like I'm Pablo, no Hoodrich
I'ma treat her like a dog, I don't bullshit
Been here before, I does this
I got them ounces, whatever you wanted
Nigga, hundred pounds of the good shit

Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts

Bitch, I'm a boss, I get you off
I get the lead and that glizzy off
Put cake on his head if he piss me off
Ayy, I'm really tryna get rid of y'all
I'm the party, they know I set it off
I really live what I be telling y'all
Can't nobody do it better, dawg
Walk in arenas, I ain't playin' basketball
I think I'm Michael Myers, somebody dying
Bullets flying, talk out his top, take off his mind
Bust the face, can't tell the time
Bust in her face, tell her she mine
Bro bust the K, won't drop a dime
I went and bought more fire when I signed
But I brought 'em back to the hood
Yeah, you know I'm still in the hood, bitch
That one-way 'bout gunplay, or you can come get you some good shit
We gangbang, I'm nine Trey but my nigga big Crip
Stick talk, them shits
I send a blitz and get a nigga whip flipped

Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, I'ma hire
Bitch, I'm a boss, I let you have it
I'ma fuck up your lungs, I cause damage
And they wanna come back like they drug addicts