Letras
Dream (you know I mean?)
Now, I don't know him, but I know his type (uh-huh)
Skinny nigga, used to hold swipes (yeah)
Nigga named Leaky used to eat me like a bowl of rice (what else?)
I ain't gon' lie, the way he did me turned me cold as ice (huh?)
Backstabbin' nigga, nigga taught me how to hold a knife (oh, word?)
And his man name was Shaun
I never gave him no pussy, but I did later on (what else?)
I never gave up this throat, though (uh-huh)
Yeah, he was cute, but he was broke, though
Blood nigga salty 'cause I be around the Locs, though (haha)
Remind me of a nigga named Corey, he was corny (uh-huh?)
A lil' nigga on me, had to park him like Dorney (you stupid)
Runnin' 'round actin' like a blockhead
Met him up in Blockheads, gave all the bitches on my block head
Nigga named Ruger, he a shooter, though
Never had a V, always pulled up in an Uber, though (tss)
Left him on seen, nigga blew up my text (yeah)
But I called him last week to come shoot at my ex (you mean Mally?)
Fuck Mally, if you every see him, don't hesitate to boom at him
Watch the lil' Moncler levitate (haha)
Got the nigga name still tatted on my leg today
But his man's aim so good, it almost went away
Put this lil' pussy on a nigga named Ty (why?)
He always up a band every time he came by (okay)
So I got his number saved under Trick Daddy (Trick Daddy)
So next time he got the bands, I got a trick, daddy (what about Ruger?)
What Ruger? I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Raymond
He done told on everybody from the Haven (County)
If he ever ran down, I hope you fell back, boo
'Cause if you ever gave him pussy, he gon' tell that too, on God
Ain't no pussy like the one I got (no one could fuck you better)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, boy, I hit it a lot (that ass pull up whenever)
Y'all all the same, so nigga, leave me alone, uh-uh, uh-uh, whooh
I got a bitch, but I'ma tell you I don't, tell you I don't
(You know Michael) yeah, I know Mike, he got a lil' dick (a little dick?)
Almost let him fuck, I couldn't feel his shit
Had to let him go, nigga started catchin' feelings quick
The way I had him whipped, I coulda opened up a dealership (haha)
Let me tell you 'bout this nigga DayDay, he be trickin' and shit (word?)
Every day, the nigga copped me somethin' different and shit (girl, stop)
Come to find out the nigga got a wife, bitch asked me if I knew him (what you said?)
I said nope and got right (haha)
Made the nigga swipe me everything from Gucci to Prada (where?)
Balenciaga (uh-huh), Dolce Gabbana (what else?)
I ain't feel bad 'til the nigga had kids
So I curved him, I ain't wanna keep doin' him dread
(You know a nigga named TJ?)
Yeah, the one who goin' bald that won't cut it? (Uh-huh)
Don't give that nigga nothin' (haha)
Nigga looked dirty, I ain't give him no play
Gotta dub him every mornin' just to start off my day
Remind me of this nigga Barry, he be doin' too much
(He do got a few bitches) well, a few is enough
And really none of them niggas is my type
Stu always tryna fly me out, say that nigga name on the flight (haha)
Nigga think we gon' fuck 'cause we up in Cancún
Every time the nigga try, I say, "Bae, it's too soon"
You gotta work for this ass, work for this ass
Make them pockets hurt for this ass, hurt for this ass
The moral of the story, don't let these niggas gas you
Do it to them first, leave 'em salty like a cashew
It's a lotta baddies to choose from
And how these bitches move nowadays, I know it's hard for a nigga to choose one (word)
Gotta move milli', don't fuck up the value (what else?)
'Cause that'll be the quickest way a nigga'll down you (I hear you)
And make sure you get your own money to flex with
So he can never bring that shit up with the next bitch (I felt that)
Do these things right, and you'll be runnin' the house
Let me call you back, I got this nigga all in my mouth
Dream