Dream

Grrr!

(Self gat the waves)

Wheler Beatz

I'm on a go, yeah

I'm selling packs, they selling dreams

She pop molly, I sip codeine

Now she running like a fiend

Does she really need to see it?

I'm in the field, need no cleats

Spin your block, 'til it overheat

My presence clear the scene

Skurt off fast right off that scene, yeah

She wanna fuck with me, yeah

Ga, and it stay right in my jeans, yeah

Shots, it will leave it in your dreams, yeah

My shooter, hе shoot right off a screen, yeah

She fucking me and fuck my tеam, yeah

I chase that bag, I gotta really go

I heard she bad, but she really a ho'

I'm on a go, yeah

I'm selling packs, they selling dreams

She pop molly, I sip codeine

Now she running like a fiend

Does she really need to see it?

I'm in the field, need no cleats

Spin your block, 'til it overheats

My presence clear the scene

It's really sad to say, yeah

Niggas wanna take my life and I can't go that way, yeah

So I gotta hold my pack, run upon you, shoot shots to your face

Ga on me at night, and you know me I'm in a place

And I ball like Mike

I'm 'bout that action, my niggas in the cut we really packin'

You niggas is talkin', you really cappin', often

Shoot his shit, yeah, I shoot like the Boston

Yeah, you know money on my line, and I'm calling

She don't want me, but she really fallin'

Now she coming through, yeah, for that paper

She don't want me, yeah, later

She don't want me, yeah, later

So I gotta go to the club

And I keep me a snub

Pull up on him, get him touched

Bullets, he eat out his guts

Gotta 'em all wet like a tub

Time to go call up my plug

I'm on a go, yeah

I'm selling packs, they selling dreams

She pop molly, I sip codeine

Now she running like a fiend

Does she really need to see it?

I'm in the field, need no cleats

Spin your block, 'til it overheat

My presence clear the scene

My presence clear the scene

Presence clear the scene