Unique ft. Yank Lyrics

(I have a dream)

Know I got layers on layers I keep the blick tucked with a laser

Rollin' Biscotti we high as a rocket, we smokin' on flavors

She on the roster I flood her with diamonds, this shit gettin' wavy

Say that he keepin' it P, but naw dawg that ain't playa

Don't hit my jack you ain't talkin' bout numbers

Boy I'm the boss I don't speak to no runner

I got this shit on you look undercover

X6 Beamer all red in the guts

Keep that shit P I ain't askin' for much

Shit turn to gold everythin' that I touch

Let's get this money you ready or what?

She havin' fun is love is lust?

Say Ima savage I don't fuck on no average I'm smokin' on cabbage, I'm ridin' in foreign

I pop a perc in the mornin' I know that she horny, I drop off the dick then I'm gone

I understood the assignment, I went and dropped diamonds now all of my niggas they On

Rockin' Vlone 'cause she that wet V

I'm screamin' free Lil' V uh yea

Tell the weatherman the forecast change every time I throw my chains on

I can't erase it, we got Beamers N Acres from where we come you gotta have patience uh

Designer on me Versace frames, Medusa head, I done went ancient

Stay down don't get anxious, blue strips don't go vacant

Know I got layers on layers I keep the blick tucked with a laser

Rollin' Biscotti we high as a rocket, we smokin' on flavors

She on the roster I flood her with diamonds, this shit gettin' wavy

Say that he keepin' it P, but naw dawg that ain't playa

Throw on LV, but this shit double G

I been keepin' it P 4 ever like three

He outta his mind think he fuckin' with me

I was sellin' a P before you sold a G

I'm in a frenzy, I just copped Balenci

I been doin' it so long don't even feel expensive

We not the same you ain't keepin' it playa

Spendin' these racks we got karats for hare

Cookies store Melrose we flew to Bel-Air

He don't sound P, I hear it how you speak

Yeen ain't havin' need to have a seat

Bitch you too loud, I'm tryna be discrete

See that's ya problem

I'm in search for them perkys, who got em?

Thirties, fives, and them tens, shit I pop em

Keep it P yeah them P's know we cop em

Know I got layers on layers I keep the blick tucked with a laser

Rollin' Biscotti we high as a rocket, we smokin' on flavors

She on the roster I flood her with diamonds, this shit gettin' wavy

Say that he keepin' it P, but naw dawg that ain't playa