Lyrics Dream$ - Slim Jesus

Dream$

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