150k Dream Lyrics

She ain't gone give me no response

I ain't got time for her

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

We had the trap house open

Up aye up up trap house

Aye open up on Sunday

Early morning church open up

Granny cooking aye that bacon

Some grits aye bro and them

In the basement cooking up bricks

Aye daddy in the backroom hitting

A bitch aye these niggas niggas

Know me eastside I swear

To god oh homie dead opt he

Make me yea drip aye jillaman

Jillaman he don't don't play

Walk around yea walk around with

T-shirt yo bitch his bitch that's

Me sir jillaman had bitch with

Names jillaman put T chains on

Yo bitch aye send back home to

You you you you ain't know

Jillaman was so true I swear to god

I no lie its true I hit a nigga up then

Flew when I got shot daddy aye daddy

Rest peace his soul he came and played

With nobody everybody know

We was on yea we was on yea dummy

We was on yea we was on yea dummy

Cut his fucking neck yea one fifty

Cut his fucking neck yea one fifty

Thought he had I dream nay nay nay

Hit the nigga up yea then nay nay

You know you know you know me

I can't catch that bitch like I want to though

On my mama did I hit that bitch yea

That shit was cold dam my phone

Went dead if I write to that

Motherfucker ill go hard what's that bitch

Why not why try