Nightmares

Lyrics

[Intro] Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work Post on the front street or the curb Hand to hand, auntie might get served Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt What you know about Dracos, nigga? What you know about walk down, case closed, nigga? What you know about that kick door, move six figures? Lay his ass down if he move, I'ma hit Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh Goonrich (Ridin' round in that Kompressor with my lil' bro Good Intent, ay) [Verse 1] Too many nightmares, sippin' lean Poppin' on Percocets for my sleep Buss on the Xanax, drippin' clean Cut off his throat, throw it in the sink Watch out for Draco's, feel that heat Sippin' on drank, can't even see Talkin' 'bout that cash, fft fft, beep I feel like a rockstar on the beat [Chorus] Come in the trap, yeah, I'm flippin' that work Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt Look at your homie, dead on a shirt Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work Post on the front street or the curb Hand to hand, auntie might get served Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt [Verse 2] What you know about Draco's, nigga? What you know about walk down, case closed, nigga? What you know about that kick door, move six figures? Lay his ass down if he move, I'ma hit him Chop his ass down, tryna do somethin' Homicide Gang run him down, I'ma do somethin' Gang gang, nigga, you ain't tryna do nothin' Kickin' shit, yeah. right on the Sprinter bus Serve a junkie, yeah, right on the Brinks trunk Fuckin' your bitch, I ain't know it was your bitch, bruh Sorry bruh, I ain't know that was your bitch, bruh Your nigga a fan, he tryna take a pic, bruh [Chorus] Come in the trap, yeah, I'm flippin' that work Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt Look at your homie, dead on a shirt Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work Post on the front street or the curb Hand to hand, auntie might get served Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt Come in the trap, yeah, I'm flippin' that work Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt Look at your homie, dead on a shirt Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work Post on the front street or the curb Hand to hand, auntie might get served Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt