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dreezy – nonstop lyrics

[hook]
i don’t ever p-ss the blunt
this ain’t no track meet
my b-tch got shotgun
put that n-gga in the back seat
they tryna be like me
i think somebody hacked me
who talking rap beef?
i k!lled them all by track three

[verse]
they’ll tell you dreaming ain’t possible
and start pinching you but not pitching in
and i would tell you who the dopest is
but the feds probably out listening
n-ggas money short as my attention span
i don’t see n0body, got a different lens
put the bait out and wait out
they bite the flow
i reel them in like fishermen
i’m a green lover when it come to money
but i burn trees like an arsonist
get my medication from the pharmacist
you could leave that shake for the parkinson’s
need a blunt rolled with my b-tt rubbed
from a young thug like barter 6
n-ggas act tough, get you f-cked up
now i’m back riding to tha carter vi
on sunset swerving
h-lla deep, got ’em nervous
tease a n-gga on purpose
i can be pitching how i be curving
gotta head full of raps
might as well walk around with a turban
yo n-ggas like lions on the wiz
and ain’t nan one got courage
all this gold on me
i’m thinking i just hit the jackpot
stepping in givenchy, feeling b-tchy
with my hat c-cked
’bout to tell yo n-gga, get a grip
he got the trap hot
tried to put him on the team
he rather be a mascot
don’t look back, we ahead of ya
middle fingers to the editors
i’m a predator, what compet-tors?
wanna battle, gotta be better first
got my toes done, i’m still a road runner
from the real estate, like a home hunter
if a b-tch try to call me out
then i’m knowing that she got the wrong number
got picked up in a rolls royce
and the neighbors tried to call ghostbusters
ran in my ex ’bout a week ago
and i swear to god he was so busted
yo last video looked good
but the song weak and it’s no numbers
how we finna heat up on b-tches?
i’m not here to f-ck around and beat no summer
(let’s get it)
i don’t get the hype that got you people all excited
i’m a walking knot, make a n-gga wanna tie it
it’s all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client
told them “imma feed the streets”
i know the real ain’t gon deny it
it’s a party but it’s private, you are not invited
they say “since when you switched it up?”
i say “i just decided”
i really live this life
don’t need n0body else to write it
n-ggas swearing that they fly
i guess somebody shot the pilot
f-ck a benz, i need that lambo
yeah, i got that ammo
i promise n-ggas won’t get cleared like a sample
made it to the hills
when my n-ggas still in a bando
i’m so sick, i’m sipping campbell’s
hate to watch and flip the channel
they say x will mark the spot
i signed the line and got that treasure
finessed him out his plugs
i put business over pleasure
they tell me they opinions
i don’t listen, f-ck a lecture
i keep twenty on the dresser
know these b-tches feel the pressure

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