[Verse 1: Pistol]
Every motherfucker want to be on top
I see a lot a of n***as come and a lot of n***as drop
Cause when you're on top, you'll soon will fall
I see n***as go from birds to motherfucking 8-balls
A locked up doing time in the pen
Now your bests done quit you, now she's fucking your friend
But back in the days, them n***as claiming they are on with you
But now you've done broke and them hoes, they dissed you
Got you on the corner selling fifties sacks
Got you crying like a motherfucker trying to get back
Like they say when you're broke, you ain't sick
You're worse than a dope fiend trying to get a hit
But now, the n***a's sad with tears in your eyes
Trying to hold it in cause you're scared to cry
But that's the way it is in the dope game
Cause once you go broke, you ain't treated the same
Cause back in the day, you had plenty respect
Now every motherfucker want to put you in check
Cause now on the streets, you just an average ass n***a
But back in the days, you was a big dope dealer

[Hook]
Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Near twenty

[Verse 2: Pistol]
Huh, rolling in my 6-4 deep
I got my tech on the front seat, damn I'm about to fall asleep
Rolling the wrong lanes, swerving
Junk in my pockets cause a n***a's been surfing
Rolling through the peep town
Now every motherfucker want a flag King Pete down
Meet the n***a, nervous, nervous
Running to my car, talking about "King, can you serve us"
Try to hit a n***a locked up
I hit the three wheel motion with one wheel cocked up
Straight high side
N***as doing stupid shit knowing the folks be riding
N***as don't trip cause they know me
Saw say through me and already owes me
Cause they know King Pete got that killer
Cause I'm true to the game cause I'm a big dope dealer

[Hook]
Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Near twenty

Big dope dealer

Big dope dealer

[Verse 3: Pistol]
I started off with a O-Z but now I got a whole keep
Moving and hoes to the gold deeds
Rolling in the fresh ass lac
And in front of my lap, they got bitch on back
Stacked in gold with a big mcdivers
N***as getting mad cause I got they hoe smiling
You can jump hoe but please don't touch me
Hoe, I can't help it cause your bitch wants to fuck me
N***as just can't face it
A n***a in Cadillac drives your bitch crazy
Cause n***a I'll break your bitch
So why don't you straighten your bitch before I take your bitch
And put your hoe on the hoestoll
I got your bitch selling pussy and stacking on my bank roll
Cause n***a, you can't faze us
Cause me and my boys, we drive Benz and Blazers
Cause n***a, I'm a pimp and a part time dope dealer
Cause I'm a straight up killer
And that's the way it is n***a
So why don't you step back hoe before I pull the trigger

[Hook]
Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Pocket full of money

Big dope dealer
Pocket, pocket full of money
Big dope dealer
Near twenty