Dream Chaser's Lyrics

(Look)

Haters gon' hate

So fuck it keep on tryna get it

Show em what it takes

The pain the sorrow that you've hidden I get it

It ain't hard but it ain't easy when you do it (Yeah)

Fuck they feelings

I know niggas gonna envy when I prove it

I done got a bag I fell off

But shit I came up on em digits (Gang)

New Years coming niggas calling

Bet not ask me for no penny I said it (glah)

You niggas pussy think y'all one up

Till' I run up and come cook ya like (he said)

I'm chasing a bag can't race no thot

Bitches evil put trust in a Glock

How you playing both sides of the block

If you siding with them then your ass getting shot

And I swear imma run down (gang)

How you posted with bread

But your mans looking dead

I stay posted wit guns like a thumbnail (glah)

I ain't worried about shit

Nothing more nothing less then that chicken

And these bitches (What?)

All these bitches be bops I ain't cuffing no thot

Broken heart man these bitches relentless

Laid back imma stack that chicken

Played that block bitch

I'm stamped no Kizzy

Opps sent shots, But ain't drop my niggas

Smoking on who said what you tripping like

And I'm in that stolen we blitzing

42 headshot no attempt of leg shots

Told bro hit a lick and we get it

'Member days shit was all fun and games

Spinning shit switching lanes or I'm tripping

Move tact and that's word cuz for sure

Remorse is not given facts look

Hit it once now she all in her feelings

Back then I was talking shit changed

Could even say that I'm preaching

Spit fire spit flames

Like a dragon I swear imma bleed em

In a chamber no chain's

Got my dick in her mouth like she teething

Like word no cap

And I swear that THB next up

Make a song sing a long

Put the hood on the map

Crack a 4 be in need of a check up

I was playing shit sweet but that ain't enough

Now I'm blocking shit down from the neck up

Hurd the jakes did a sweep

So I'm tucking my shit no my chain touch my shit

And get wet up on gang now look

We gon' hop out the V got em running on feet (glah)

Headshot imma shoot it from deep (glah)

Niggas be goofy be thinking shit sweet

Before I spazz and go dummy

Got me off a three (glah glah broom)

Bluetooth we connect in the streets

Blues clues how they questioning me

Who's who cuz I can't even see

Niggas be fake ain't fucking with me

(Like what)

(Niggas know what the fuck goin on man T-H-B shit)

(We taking over)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Glah glah glah)