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