Letras
It's all in my dream, man
Niggas say they out, but never send no shot
In this block, if I ain't with Lil' Zoo, I'm calling up Lil' Hot
Grab my Glock, we been through a lot, but we still at the top
Might send a bop, she might try to fuck, but we still got the drop
I got four of them thirsty lurking, tryna see what's to the opps
Say Louise ran on the plug, he tried to reverse off the block
Might go Drake for a lil' minute, then I'll switch to fully chopped
Big bro call the phone, he say, where y'all getting all these Glocks
I don't know, I'm taking blicks, this shit get real
On the net like you in traffic, bump your gun, get in the field
Tryna put one on the stretcher, it just me, Lil' Zoo, and Will
I'm still mad the hot ain't start, cause we was tryna catch a kill
Uh-huh, yeah
Bitches bloodstains on the steel
Three AM, we still out lurking, popping niggas like they peeled
Cause my bitch, before I rash, she tryna hold back from the drill
Like, not tonight, then her father for the pipe
Know she care, but Lil' Zoo thuggin, baby, this how I earn my strikes
We do walk-ups, ain't no drive-bys, don't get Carter, that's your life
Tryna post up, nigga, hit my phone, I see you, it's on sight
Cause when I get you, please don't tell
Watch me dab, we outside spending, niggas getting saved by the bell
It's been murder up on my mind, getting in the way and getting sent to hell
I still bail out for any reason, unk tell me, chill, we ducking jail
Andrew Wiggins on my hips, stuffed with the 30 cash shit, Odell
Can't be fucked up, tryna beef, niggas get sweet, we making bail
Niggas say they out, but never send no shots
Spin this block, if I ain't with Lil' Zoo, I'm calling up Lil' Hype
Grab my Glock, we been through a lot, but we still at the top
Might send a bop, she might try to fuck, but we still got the drop
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