Lyrics Caskey – Black Jack Dealer

Black Jack Dealer Lyrics – Caskey

Singer: Caskey
Title: Black Jack Dealer

Beats by Choc
I’m a black jack dealer
Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla
I ain’t a killer, but you pushed me

Like a butterfly, be a real cat’pillar
My wings spread, I had beef, them things dead
I’m obviously the better rapper, let’s be friends
And truth be told, could get ya killed by the week’s end

So shut the f#ck up and pretend
Pretend that we in the same playin’ field, it’s catastrophic
How you even mention my name, you so outta pocket
Off topic, I got the optics

I see through veils of fake tough and men who like gossip
Stop it, you say you gon’ pop, you won’t pop sh#t
That’s why you ran to the internet
Get up off my dick, p#ss#, mad ’cause I’m real and you can’t spit

Ain’t a rapper-turned-target out there I couldn’t hit
I’m a black jack dealer
Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla
I ain’t a killer, but you pushed me

Like a butterfly, be a real cat’pillar
Stuck at the Cosmopolitan with lotta sin
And I never quit ’cause I gotta win
They see that I’m young and with mo’ money than obviously a lotta them

Got ’em upset with they face stuffed, mo’ collagen
There ain’t no infiltration in my conglomerate
‘Cause I keep that circle wound tight as a bobby pin
That’s ten that sit around table

By the time you turn ten, nine of them down, fatal
Gotta be your own hero, own support, only resort
Get married to the money with no divorce
Gotta be your own hero, own support, only resort

‘Cause m#th*rf#ck*rs quick to sell ya short, yeah
I’m a black jack dealer
Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla
I ain’t a killer, but you pushed me

Like a butterfly, be a real cat’pillar
I win so damn much, they at the encore
Pop Molly and rock Tom Ford
Luxury cars and luxury weed, both of them, I’m a connoisseur

And for the beef, I’m a carnivore
I’m never kinda bored, I’m floored with life, I can afford the price
At the lobby in Bally’s, play roulette or the dice
The devil tempted me here, too, for forty nights

I’m forty million up, smokin’ on northern lights
You woulda thought I was on top of the Luxor’s lights
Ain’t even bored when I’m boardin’ flights
p#ss#, I’m pourin’ up at the Bellagio

With some Wall Street bankers, made this off of audio
Kamikaze flow, if it ain’t ’bout checks, well then, it’s adios
From coast to coast, mixtapes to the Amalfi coast
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net

You can purchase their music thru 
Amazon Music or Apple Music
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Maisie Peters - Neck Of The Woods
Laura Welsh - Undiscovered

Lyrics Caskey – Black Jack Dealer

Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.

We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂

You can purchase their music thru 
Amazon Music or Apple Music
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases