Dreamers ft. FoDre Lyrics

And you know pressure beats made it

Pray for the day that I find a new flow, Prayin' for money not made off the slopes

Hypocrite, I know that you blow

All on my dick cause you mad that I smoke

Up in shit, you better not choke

Have you hangin' off a branch by a rope

Stay with the homies, got heat in my coat

King of toxicity, never a punk

Big steppa lil' nigga, a runt

Mission complete, but I stay on the hunt

Drop my homie, you get put in the blunt

Alec Baldwin, when you get shot, ain't no stunt

I'll show you Ruthless, you ain't with it

Got a big head, I can split it

Yes or no make a decision

Pray for the day that I find a new flow

Prayin' for money not made off the slopes

Hypocrite, I know that you blow

All on my dick cause you mad that I smoke

Up in shit, you better not choke

Have you hangin' off a branch by a rope

Stay with the homie, got heat in my coat

Sent to the sky

I'm from the eight, nobody know

I'm sellin' pack like I'm stuck at the store

No John wick shit gone like ghosts

Hoe get lit, lit off one toast

I bend her ova, she touchin' her toe

She want another round, shorty, let's go

If it is lit, then I'm bringing my pole

Tat on my back, bet I'm tatting your skull

I told her, pick it up, shorty, be switchin' up

She throw that ass around and it's ridiculous

She gotta twist it up, bitch, she gon' lick it up

Curlin' my toes when I'm bustin', she sip it up

Before the come up, I know that you feelin' us

If you on smoke, then it's up at the ceiling, bruh

Bottle two cups, you know I'ma fill him up

Earth straight to Venus, you know that we lifted up