Celine Dreams P2 ft. Kvnggmd Lyrics

Uly and marlee yea we back at it again

Inviting me to all these plans but you is not my friend

Rodney shooting bricks yea we wearing ricks

Yea this ice is on my wrist pass the ball we get assist

Yea this rollie on my wrist don't got no time to risk

Search me down no getting frisked

I shoot the ball my shot persist ayy

Me and the homie up in the Maita

Boosting the gas all the way to Nevada

Maybe go pay attention to ya mamma

Rocking CDG I mix it with Prada

Me and Uly riding up in a Harley

Jump off the top feeling like Jeff Hardy

Light up the room I'm the life of the party

Up in the booth and I'm acting retarded

Okay okay I am not finished

We see you side switching and we kill it

That boy got a big head like Krillin

She like a broken tool and I cannot fix it

I'm all in her mention balling Scottie Pippen

Everything you done I already did it

You niggas my sons please don't get it twisted

Just stay in your lane don't cut in the middle ay

But I still aint finished yet

Just bust down vvs on my neck

Just copped a Patek

I show no respect

I flex on my ex

I know I'm up next

Yuh I am up next I got your girl giving me neck

I got your girl cant get her back

Me and my gang smoking ya pack

This not football but I'm running it back

Icy Patek yea these diamonds they match

These diamonds they match they really be costing

I got yo girl and she say that I'm flawless

Know that she flossy

Know that she bossy

I know she want me

She all up on me

Ayy hop on the track now

I'm in my bag now

I'm gettin cash now

That's bout a rack now

Dior on my body

These niggas can't stop me

They all in my pockets why they worried bout me

They folding like paper aint no origami

She looking for clout , can't let her come by me

Riding Kawasaki

We poppin these wheelies

No roof on the Bentley so I'm getting busy

We ran up a milly its marlee and uly

You know how we do it , my jacket all Louie

You ain't better then us lil nigga you stupid

Mosh pit go crazy when they hear my music

Cant see me I'm up in the kitchen

Cant see me hoe stop trippin

They see my money want dip in

Boy stop you know yo not crippin

Put those gang signs down

Get than scarf of your neck

Yea they pressing me tryna find out how much in my check

I was like hold on bro hold on just give me a sec

Yea hold on bro just give me a sec

Yea my girl yea she giving me give me some of that neck

They try to fill me but don't know that I got on this vest

Look at uly got no hoes

Murder this beat look at my flows

Pull up to the party he got no hoes

Look at your shoes boy what are those

Get some new drip buy some new clothes

I'm wearing ricks my boots are extended

You built like a jit you look like a stick

Look at my fit it is all rick

You shoot your shot boy you are brick

Who let you drive you don't got a permit

Not gonna lie you look like a vermit

You look like a frog you look just like hermit

You built like a frog I'm lost in the sauce

Twenty three days inside the vault

Yea all the way from summer to fall

Got all the cash ill buy the mall

Uly and Marlee above all of yall

Look at Marlee you know he can ball

Shooting these threes like his name curry

Yea we are sipping sipping mcflurry

I'm in the car all my windows are tinted

Shut the hell up you are a lieutenant

You look like somebody that has zero cash

Boy do not rap you know you are trash

You got no moves inside your lil bag