Smoothies In 1991

Yeah, off-top nigga, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, damn And, bitch, don't check me, bitch, check the air quality Numbers, yeah Dysons and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? 500 dollar fans and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? That's just on slight though, ya mean? Run that I was born in '91, product of the dope game 50s, Camaros, Cuts when we swang Crack game, you don't even know the half The stress, livin' life so fast I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 Have you ever been so fly, bitches see And wanna come and choose on a P? Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 If they pull a nigga over, I might take another L I ain't really been the same since they killed my nigga Lil Ridin' with a ghost 40, 'case shit get real No phone, no Twitter, no 'Gram, just feel Posted in the trap, tell the niggas, "Yeedahee" Call of duty on me, niggas not robbin' me Left wrist on lottery, got cottage cheese I'm on win mode, bitch, there's no stoppin' me Gas up the motherfuckin' whip, now I'm scrapin' Coolin', movin', smokin' like Jamaican She shakin', dick so good, got her cravin' Remind me of this lil' bitch I had named Megan What's happenin'? Put the P aside, now I'm mackin' Stackin', yes, Lord, 'nother hundred thousand It's feelin' like a dream when I'm countin' up these band aids I coulda got a job, but instead I chose the fast lane Have you ever been so fly, bitches see And wanna come and choose on a P? Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') It was a clear afternoon, the bitch wasn't cattin' We're on to the next, just me and my hammer I don't want no drama but I gotta stay ready Bought the lil' bitch some fish and spaghetti Met a bitch named (don't say it), met her in the town Took her to the crib and killed it on the couch Why you niggas always stressin' 'bout a punk rock bitch When your kids ain't even got no clothes that'll fit Have you ever been so fly, bitches see And wanna come and choose on a P? Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin') I was born in '91, product of the dope game 50s, Camaros, Cuts when we swang Crack game, you don't even know the half The stress, livin' life so fast I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91 '91, '91, '91 Now, nigga, when you see me hop out this motherfuckin' thang With them bust Daniels on it, don't be talkin', nigga You know what I'm sayin'? 800 a shoe, bitch Numbers