Fantasy

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Lean] Leandoer [Verse 1: Yung Lean] I don't want to hurt you Movin' 'round in circles Will do if I have to All I do is work you I got Gs on Gs like burgers Movin' 'round like lurkers I lost all my urges Pink polo painted circus Insert money and surf through Life is like a drive-thru I guess I could die soon I feel like a typhoon Smell like weed and perfume Smurf-blue pills like squirrels All I smoke is herbal Pradas, them be purple Mailbox clean, Donald Duck lungs I need a million dollars, not some bucks, son (Fuck your money at?) Duck one, duck two painted trucks, son When we roll up, Gucci mats on my truck, son (Truck, truck) Where I come from, pop anthrax Air Max, we got ten stacks I be smokin' tear gas Percocet, that's a fear fac' Yeah, I got my gear back Don't hold tears from years back Talking, we don't hear that Fallin' off we don't fear that [Verse 2: Lil Flash] I'm smokin' on nitrous oxide Holdin' shit down, I got mine My eyes red just like a stop sign I'm number one, not no top five I'm Blood gang, Cap gang, 4L Pills, weed, molly, Xanax for sale Got shooters out South you don't know well They'll pull up right to your doorbell I'm too iced out, I'm a snowman Oh, we're ridin' in the foreign gettin' real wrecked I'm out in Chiraq where it's cold at Where they tote nines and blow caps G-L-O gang I own that Pull up on your block, blow your skull cap And I ain't really with no romance 'Cause I'm too busy callin' up the dopeman Shooters all on my roster The whole team tryna get sponsored I'm drummin' shit, Travis Barker, yeah Your blunt is like a pencil, mines a marker, wha'? And I see you a talker So to shut your ass up would be a motherfuckin' honor It's me and Yung Lean overseas Smoking dope eating on some shrimp and lobster Wha'?