Dreams Lyrics - Slim Jesus

[Verse] 

I just scored a 8th so you know I gotta pour up 

I smell like designer, your man throw like throw up 

Put me on your song, that lil bitch gon' blow up 

Every time I do a feature, my prices they go up 

Hundred band jug, put 50 on my wrist 

Take the other 50 and make that bitch flip 

He ain't on his job, I can take his bitch 

That hoe got that bomb like a terrorist 

Freshest it's on the scene, these hoes wanna know us 

She wanna smoke my weed, she told me to roll up 

I said give me top, she said I need to grow up 

Bitch I got them bands, I told her to glo up 

Pistol on my hip, [?] on my waist 

Fuckboy talking shit, pistol in his face 

These bitches say they love me, I keep a poker face 

You say that you high but I'm in outer space 

When I'm at the top I ain't finna switch 

First I cop the drop then I scoop your bitch 

Rubberband junky, I love hitting licks 

Keep that straight drop, your plug hit or miss 

I pull up in foriegns, bitch your car on E 

You ain't got no money, but boy don't talk to me 

What I'm smoking on, that's that sour D 

You say that's your girl, why she on top of me? 

Rubberband gang, I keep that knot on me 

Bitch it's [?] not no [?] 

I am not a stain, ain't no robbing me 

32 shots, I keep that Glock on me 

Purple in my cup, yeah I'm sipping lean 

He thought he was savage til he seen that beam 

I was on the block posted with my team 

We was looking bummy, now we living dreams 

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