Nightmare

Lyrics

[Intro] No codefendant, bitch, you probably'll tell (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) (Let's get a bag) I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again (Trauma Tone) [Verse 1] Two AMGs, I ain't drove the two-door yet What you gon' say to me? Boy, I paid two hoes' rent Depressed with your head open, you been through that yet? God in my hood and they ain't test my new work yet Head to the clouds, I been kickin' it with Scam I moved another inch, we'd be kickin' it for real Crazy how a bunch of niggas thinkin' I was dead Really brung me back to life and got to trippin' on they ass Droppin' fifties on thеy head, this recession'll hit Right now, wе ain't taking no bookings, I've been scheduling hits Don't tell R who said shit, get the messenger stretched Love you and still whacking you, the devil exists Mortal Kombat killings, you signed a contract with us You ain't ready to die, don't come in contact with us Right now, I own my publishing and projects, nigga Big R, I paid triple just to drop that nigga, ayy [Chorus] No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again A bullet burning leave the sourest smell No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again A bullet burning leave the sourest smell [Verse 2] Fuckin' on his BM, ain't gon' tell him 'cause she is Gon' tell him what we did, ain't gon' tell him where I live She damn near in love 'cause I'm better than he is That cheddar really big, I go legend with the dick You hoppin' in my beef, so we gon' hop right on your ass Tryna swat them bitches down, brodie done popped him in his hand Remember when you called my phone tryna borrow pants? How that ain't make your story, since you poppin' on the 'Gram? Last wish was a death wish, scratchin' my checklist My nigga gotta eat, so he'll whack you for breakfast One time for the silly-ass bitches that left me Last thing I need from a bitch is suggestions I was lookin' at the reaper, he was fuckin' up my features Hate fuckin' with rappers, they be fuckin' up my features Paranoid as hell, ain't been fuckin' with my people I just thank God I was fuckin' on this demon [Chorus] No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again A bullet burning leave the sourest smell No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again A bullet burning leave the sourest smell