(I feel you wanna be me)
I tell 'em sweet dreams when they sleep on me
Hi Tek shots to the dome for thee
Got 'em slumped out
Wake up, dumb shook when I jumped out
Drool on ya face, said wash ya mouth
We out here to flip all kinds of shits
I gotta big brick full of golden sticks
Stems so rich make platinum hits
Yeah, one whole trip for the price of fifths
Come nigga what you want
Kid got goodies in the dirty swamp
Perc Curry pills, three bills for a dozen
Hit a nigga up if you lookin' for onion
Said I'm dangerous, one touch of this is like angel dust
Straight to the mind, you can't hand with us
Really you a fool, you look strange to us
Motherf*cker's thinkin' they cool, really they not
Lookin' like beans in the pot, two tone coupes off the lot
Straight to the drop, told my bitch watch for the opps
Told yo bitch watch for the ops?
Had my bitch reach for the Glock
Held up at a four way stop
Lime green pinto drop top
Two heads peep from the top
Shit got hot?
Shit got hot popped off on block
Now we gots cops
Now we got cops?
Too many cops, ain't no work on the block
Niggas ducked off to the spot
Back to the pots
Gotta make up for the lost
Niggas doin' runs lotta cost
Niggas straight beamin
710 mobs sting-grey stick demon
Oh we weavin'
Helicopter lights on the news, we cheesin'
Wrist still gleamin', they still sleepin', we got them dreaming
Yeah they dreamin', niggas still dreamin'
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(I feel you wanna be me)
I tell 'em sweet dreams when they sleep on me
Hi Tek shots to the dome for thee
Got 'em slumped out
Wake up, dumb shook when I jumped out
Drool on ya face, said wash ya mouth
We out here to flip all kinds of shits
I gotta big brick full of golden sticks
Stems so rich make platinum hits
Yeah, one whole trip for the price of fifths
Come nigga what you want
Kid got goodies in the dirty swamp
Perc Curry pills, three bills for a dozen
Hit a nigga up if you lookin' for onion
Said I'm dangerous, one touch of this is like angel dust
Straight to the mind, you can't hand with us
Really you a fool, you look strange to us
Motherf*cker's thinkin' they cool, really they not
Lookin' like beans in the pot, two tone coupes off the lot
Straight to the drop, told my bitch watch for the opps
Told yo bitch watch for the ops?
Had my bitch reach for the Glock
Held up at a four way stop
Lime green pinto drop top
Two heads peep from the top
Shit got hot?
Shit got hot popped off on block
Now we gots cops
Now we got cops?
Too many cops, ain't no work on the block
Niggas ducked off to the spot
Back to the pots
Gotta make up for the lost
Niggas doin' runs lotta cost
Niggas straight beamin
710 mobs sting-grey stick demon
Oh we weavin'
Helicopter lights on the news, we cheesin'
Wrist still gleamin', they still sleepin', we got them dreaming
Yeah they dreamin', niggas still dreamin'
I tell 'em sweet dreams when they sleep on me
Hi Tek shots to the dome for thee
Got 'em slumped out
Wake up, dumb shook when I jumped out
Drool on ya face, said wash ya mouth
We out here to flip all kinds of shits
I gotta big brick full of golden sticks
Stems so rich make platinum hits
Yeah, one whole trip for the price of fifths
Come nigga what you want
Kid got goodies in the dirty swamp
Perc Curry pills, three bills for a dozen
Hit a nigga up if you lookin' for onion
Said I'm dangerous, one touch of this is like angel dust
Straight to the mind, you can't hand with us
Really you a fool, you look strange to us
Motherf*cker's thinkin' they cool, really they not
Lookin' like beans in the pot, two tone coupes off the lot
Straight to the drop, told my bitch watch for the opps
Told yo bitch watch for the ops?
Had my bitch reach for the Glock
Held up at a four way stop
Lime green pinto drop top
Two heads peep from the top
Shit got hot?
Shit got hot popped off on block
Now we gots cops
Now we got cops?
Too many cops, ain't no work on the block
Niggas ducked off to the spot
Back to the pots
Gotta make up for the lost
Niggas doin' runs lotta cost
Niggas straight beamin
710 mobs sting-grey stick demon
Oh we weavin'
Helicopter lights on the news, we cheesin'
Wrist still gleamin', they still sleepin', we got them dreaming
Yeah they dreamin', niggas still dreamin'
Writer: Art McCraft, Marquis Sablo
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