RyansGotClout - 725 Dreams Lyrics

If you ain't part of my gang get the f*ck out of my house!
On god! Run your shit bitch
Got them hollows at your nose

Fresh up out of jail we ain't stop in this bitch
Police pull me over they took off with my shit
Bunch of fake twelve bitches knock-in' my wrist
And the music made my bail, so I'm off with this shit (Uhh)
Get back, I ain't with the chit chat
Hollows at your face and we snappin' like a kit kat
Gang with me and you know that they gonna get back
And we got the ounce, so you know we gonna zip that

Im'a go to Chicago, and then I link up with fans
Noah hit me back and then I'm spinnin' the Benz
Gotta pull up in normal I do it again
309 my gang and I'm switching the Benz
I just really stay focused, I be chosen
I be ballin' like DeRozan
You don't know shit
I be gettin to my money and my dough bitch
And I gotta switch the lanes, like you really focused (Uhh)

Fresh up out of jail we ain't stop in this bitch
Police pull me over they took off with my shit
Bunch of fake twelve bitches knock-in' my wrist
And we gotta hit the trap, and we off with that shit (Uhh)
Get back, I ain't with the chit chat
Hollows at your face and we snappin' like a kit kat
Gang with me, and you know that you gonna get back
Music made my bail, so you know I'm really with that

Pull up with mac's and then we pull up F.N's
Music Maybach we got the straps in the Benz
All my homies thought they was marines with that shit
We just gone and we focused on our dreams with that bitch (Uhh)
Smokin' nicotine in this bitch
I be smokin all that damn shit
Fiending that shit, but I gotta get my dope
Get rich in this bitch, so I smoke all my shit
I ain't givin' a shit (Aye)
30 bands in the trap
Run up on my mans
We ah spray you in yo back
Bitch I'm with the gang, and it's sayless gang back
And the f*ck you gonna do with the hollows at your back? (Uh)
Snappin' at yo bitch just like a kit kat
F*ckin on yo bitch and I ain't with that
So I had to switch lanes, and I get that
Had to get the perky's In the range, and I switch back
Ryan gonna pull up with a new sack
Ryan pullin' up with some new tags
Blue tags gotta pull up new racks
Gotta, pull up with yo bitch can't believe he do that
But he do that
Makin moves wack
And he gotta do that
Flowin' on the beat ,he go like he done grew that (Up)
Like a weed, like some seeds
F*ckin' on yo bitch and I nutted with my seed
And to bitch on her knees, and she gotta breath
I be smokin' all my dope, I be rockin' all supreme
I be gettin to my money, I got bitches on there knees
I be gettin to my dope, get it back u ain't see
You ain't go! You ain't hit the Mack's with the poles!
I'm just switching up the flow
Accapella on you hoes
Ima get ur right back and that 30 at your nose
You be dissin' on the gang but I blew up on your hoe (Woah)