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Dreezy

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    I don't ever pass the blunt
    This ain't no track meet
    My bitch got shotgun
    Put that nigga in the back seat
    They tryna be like me
    I think somebody hacked me
    Who talking rap beef?
    I killed them all by track three

    They'll tell you dreaming ain't possible
    And start pinching you but not pitching in
    And I would tell you who the dopest is
    But the feds probably out listening
    Niggas money short as my attention span
    I don't see nobody, got a different lens
    Put the bait out and wait out
    They bite the flow
    I reel them in like fishermen

    I'm a green lover when it come to money
    But I burn trees like an arsonist
    Get my medication from the pharmacist
    You could leave that shake for the Parkinson's
    Need a blunt rolled with my butt rubbed
    From a young thug like Barter 6
    Niggas act tough, get you fucked up
    Now I'm back riding to Tha Carter IV

    On Sunset swerving
    Hella deep, got 'em nervous
    Tease a nigga on purpose
    I can be pitching how I be curving
    Gotta head full of raps
    Might as well walk around with a turban
    Yo niggas like Lions on the Wiz
    And ain't nan one got courage

    All this gold on me
    I'm thinking I just hit the jackpot
    Stepping in Givenchy, feeling bitchy
    With my hat cocked

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    'Bout to tell yo nigga, get a grip
    He got the trap hot
    Tried to put him on the team
    He rather be a mascot
    Don't look back, we ahead of ya
    Middle fingers to the editors
    I'm a predator, what competitors?

    Wanna battle, gotta be better first
    Got my toes done, I'm still a road runner
    From the real estate, like a home hunter
    If a bitch try to call me out
    Then I'm knowing that she got the wrong number

    Got picked up in a Rolls Royce
    And the neighbors tried to call Ghostbusters
    Ran in my ex 'bout a week ago

    And I swear to God he was so busted
    Yo last video looked good
    But the song weak and it's no numbers
    How we finna heat up on bitches?
    I'm not here to fuck around and beat no summer

    (Let's get it)
    I don't get the hype that got you people all excited
    I'm a walking knot, make a nigga wanna tie it
    It's all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client
    Told them Imma feed the streets
    I know the real ain't gon deny it
    It's a party but it's private, you are not invited

    They say since when you switched it up?
    I say I just decided
    I really live this life
    Don't need nobody else to write it
    Niggas swearing that they fly
    I guess somebody shot the pilot

    Fuck a Benz, I need that Lambo
    Yeah, I got that ammo
    I promise niggas won't get cleared like a sample
    Made it to the hills
    When my niggas still in a Bando
    I'm so sick, I'm sipping Campbell's
    Hate to watch and flip the channel
    They say X will mark the spot
    I signed the line and got that treasure
    Finessed him out his plugs
    I put business over pleasure
    They tell me they opinions
    I don't listen, fuck a lecture
    I keep twenty on the dresser
    Know these bitches feel the pressure

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