a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

yl stunna - maybach dreams lyrics

[intro]
crew full of gunners like the navy, they’ll k!ll ’bout lil’ stunna (yeah)
i’m screamin’ rest in peace to hot, it’s gon’ be a bl–dy summer
picture perfect, just picture me rollin’
countin’ this dough and get stoned off this doja
keep it in motion, we show no emotions, yeah
we stack them benjis like they’re strength ’cause they all we have (mastermindonthetrack)

[chorus]
only way was a beat, i’m servin’ crack to the fiends
havin’ maybach dreams, one day i’ll achieve
s-l-i-m-e, when i’m back on e
draco on me, make you back off me
picture perfect, just picture me rollin’
countin’ this dough and get stoned off this doja
keep it in motion, we show no emotions, yeah
we stack them benjis like they’re strength ’cause they all we have

[verse 1]
ysl on her body make her go down
stickin’ d-ck in her body make her go numb
gettin’ a lot of bread, leavin’ crumbs to all the bums
when i ain’t have no bed, i was sleepin’ on my gun
with all that said, y’all n-ggas fled and left me on my own
i ride with my n-ggas, they right or wrong
grind every day ’til we shinin’ long
n-gga tryin’ to take somethin’, i’ma send him on
i was on the e-way, i was headed home
tryna get a mastermind beat and make another song

[verse 2]
we stack them racks until they’re all we have
them boys from cleveland, don’t go over there (young atlanta)
they drip so serious, you gon’ wanna stare, ayy
after we done f-ckin’, she gotta go somewhere
’cause it ain’t no exotic weed for the thots
walk up in the club, i’m the guy
i got b-tches twerkin’ to my song
n-ggas hatin’, know i’m gettin’ hot
i got, been got it on my own
and n-ggas wanna ride my wave
tryna get up in my face
n-ggas better gon’ ’bout their way
i’m zoned out, this ain’t the time to play
the drugs that i done served when i was made
i’m sick of p-ssy n-ggas throwin’ shade, yeah
mixin’ b-tches, always got some tea
i’m sippin’ syrup mixed with lemonade
i ain’t got no time to play, yeah

[bridge]
’cause i was havin’ maybach dreams in a maybach
got a lot of racks in my jeans and i will not play that
i’ma make sure they know one thing, that i’m gon’ spray that
don’t think you gon’ play with me, don’t get no payback
i’ll shootout in broad day
you don’t want smoke, our blunts long like some hallways
get money first before hoes, yeah, that’s always
i came out that dirt like the rest, the harder way
what i never did was throw my heart away

- yl stunna lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS