8MadePablo - Dreamers (feat. FoDre) Lyrics

And you know pressure beats made it
Pray for the day that I find a new flow, Prayin' for money not made off the slopes
Hypocrite, I know that you blow
All on my dick cause you mad that I smoke
Up in shit, you better not choke
Have you hangin' off a branch by a rope
Stay with the homies, got heat in my coat
King of toxicity, never a punk
Big steppa lil' nigga, a runt
Mission complete, but I stay on the hunt
Drop my homie, you get put in the blunt
Alec Baldwin, when you get shot, ain't no stunt
I'll show you Ruthless, you ain't with it
Got a big head, I can split it
Yes or no make a decision
Pray for the day that I find a new flow
Prayin' for money not made off the slopes
Hypocrite, I know that you blow
All on my dick cause you mad that I smoke
Up in shit, you better not choke
Have you hangin' off a branch by a rope
Stay with the homie, got heat in my coat
Sent to the sky
I'm from the eight, nobody know
I'm sellin' pack like I'm stuck at the store
No John wick shit gone like ghosts
Hoe get lit, lit off one toast
I bend her ova, she touchin' her toe
She want another round, shorty, let's go
If it is lit, then I'm bringing my pole
Tat on my back, bet I'm tatting your skull
I told her, pick it up, shorty, be switchin' up
She throw that ass around and it's ridiculous
She gotta twist it up, bitch, she gon' lick it up
Curlin' my toes when I'm bustin', she sip it up
Before the come up, I know that you feelin' us
If you on smoke, then it's up at the ceiling, bruh
Bottle two cups, you know I'ma fill him up
Earth straight to Venus, you know that we lifted up