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Only dreams is just to be the greatest Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance Seven figures, man, this shit amazin' Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin' The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up If you don't know my name then you can look it up From the bottom, but I took it up Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith Sip Act', I need like four more dranks Big body, I need like four more lanes Glacier gang, I need like four more chains Only dreams is just to be the greatest Smoke marijuana, I love the fragrance Seven figures, man, this shit amazin' Cartier lenses, I can see 'em hatin' The sky's the limit, I stay lookin' up If you don't know my name then you can look it up From the bottom, but I took it up Still be trappin', my brothers, I hook 'em up Feel like I got scoliosis, bitch, I get massages while ridin' around in that Maybach SongtexteIf you say you want beef, we ain't doin' no squashin', hell nah, we ain't doin' no take-backs On the 'Gram wit' a row, when I see you in person, you know we don't ask shit, we take that Don't want pussy, lil' ho, where yo' face at? Dick in her throat, yeah, I'm fuckin' her face back Face all my problems, I don't do no cryin' I pop a Addy then pour up a line I'm on the 'Gram wit' a Glock and a pint I ain't stressin', it's still fuck my P.O. Knock-knock, if you knock wrong then we shootin' his ass through the peephole Keep a four-zero and it's holdin' a three-oh Cock on my Glock, yeah, my Glock got a deep throat Rollin' my pockets, you that we keep those Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith Sip Act', I need like four more dranks Big body, I need like four more lanes Glacier gang, I need like four more chains I spent a Wraith on my jewelry and still walk around with a whole bunch of bands on me Know that boy, he ain't 'bout it, he stay in the track, I can tell, when he see me, he ran from me I'm too famous for trappin', I copped me a low, gave that straight to my bro, that's my brother's pack Spent some thousands on guns just to get to the game, bitch, you know I can't let none of my brothers lack Ice on my body, I feel like a glacier, yo' bitch but she fucked me, I swear I ain't make her Ain't stressin' 'bout bitches, I need me some paper Squares in my circle, I bet they got boxed Brand new Glock .40, I gave it a cock I can't go back to them days I was stuck in them chains, man, I swear I hate sleepin' on cots I do this shit for my brothers so they can quit trappin', I still see 'em sleep on the block If I got a problem, they creep on the block Know niggas pop, so I sleep wit' my Glock In the waters, bitch, I creep wit' my rod I can't do shit that a fuck nigga do, I'm a real nigga wit' the steel, nigga You get killed, nigga, just for lookin' wrong Fuck you, I hope you took it wrong Heard it's a bag on my head, I ain't duckin' no beef, bitch, you know I'm still takin' the top off My shooters ain't takin' no jumpers, they like to do lay-ups, we pull up and knockin' his top off Oh, okay, I like to flex in that four door wraith Sip Act', I need like four more dranks Big body, I need like four more lanes Glacier gang, I need like four more chains Aus Songtexte Mania