Keshore, Blatz, CAIROXVI., Nascaraloe - Bad Dreams

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Ay, ay, It be like bad dreams, ay, ay
It be like bad dreams, ay, ay
It be like bad dreams, ay, wait
It be like bad dreams
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh uh
Lost my sister bout a week, uh, that shit was sad, bruh
Motorola phone, mama, she got hear a last calls
Wakin' up from bad dreams alone, inside my mind, bruh
Crazy like a metro, lil' baby I call it Keith, uh
Shawty in the back, and she not rocking any Gucci
Got Vans up all on her feet
'Cause we off the wall every week, uh uh uh
Ballin' boy no stop, uh
Stop trusting pussy every time it hits the mid-month in exception of you
Please stop smokin' weed and I might dream it vivid
Psych, nigga, I been gassin' like I’m Marco wit' it
German cars never rented, pay attention
Me and KESHORE goin' up like a damn high suspension
Forty-six, Hunnid-forty-six shit, bitch
30 make 'em dip quick, like a chicken strip bitch
Racks up in them backpack
And maybe get back back
Same place where the cash at
Where we keep them straps at
Drop the
Start runnin' the bands up
I’m talkin' while my hands up
'Cause I ain’t gettin' blammed, ya
So, could you please comfort me
'Cause I got all these bad dreams, like all these bad dreams
I got like all these bad dreams
Ay, ay, ay, it be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, ay ay
I’m asking who are you, I think I need a reminder
This leather jacket on, make me look like Ghost Rider
That bitch fantasize me without no attire
We get to my house, lay her out like recliner
Silly bitch, uh, silly bitch, uh
She thinkin' I love her, she called me ignorant, uh
She must think on different incidents, uh
I’m smokin' the cookie, countin' the dividends, uh
So much ice on my neck, it keepin' me shiverin', uh
Glock cuttin' through your ligaments
Glock on my wrist, shimmerin'
Walk away, I lost my ignorance, ay
B.B. belt, Michael Phelps
Swimmin' in that pussy, ay
She touch my belt, told her I might melt
Don’t overlook me
I’m a young
200 a show, so book, bitch
These demons in my head got me on the edge, so don’t push
It be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
Be like bad dreams, uh
Where the gas at, uh
420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, ay ay