Sky Dreaming
I hop in the whip and dip
My haters can't match my drip
Let's take some hits and trip
I'm loading like 50 inside this clip
You know we on top
We never gon' stop
I ain't fuckin' with opps
I'm just makin' these bops
I'ma grind till the day I will pop
And that's why I'm never gon' flop
For my brothers, I'm never gon' fold
My story the one that's gonna be told
I'm rockin' a chain and that bitch is all gold
I'm still on my grind, even on the days that were cold
You gotta stand out, you gotta be bold
The longer you wait, the older you'll grow
I'm here right now and I'm ready to blow
My thoughts be fallin' like it was some snow
Shawty so fine, she got me sky dreamin'
Whenever you around I get a weird feelin'
Who would've known for your love I'd be feenin'
When we under the covers she always be screamin'
Stay with me and we always be eatin'
I promise to hold you whenever we're sleepin'
I made it out my momma house my goals I'm achievin'
You told me I could when no one was believin'
I promise mama I told you I'ma shine like a star
I do it for the days we ain't used to have a car
For all of the days that were gloomy and dark
Reminiscing when me and the homies balled at the park
Now I keep a strap for whenever it's dark
Glock 19, you know I'm ready to spark
I'm grinding my way, I'm making my mark
I'm eatin' this up, like I am a shark
I'm switchin' the flow, I'm spittin' the heat
I'm goin' so hard, I'm killin' the beat
I'm rockin' all black and my forces be creased
I'm throwin' up E's, like I'm from the East
Now that I'm up I can finally see
Fuck the hate, It doesn't matter to me
I just wanna skirt off In the SRT
If I take a dab, then I'm takin' three
Woah
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm blowin' up like a shakin' soda
Woah
Not from this planet, got me feelin like I'm Baby Yoda
Yo, woah
I'ma top smoker, kind of like I'm Dope as Yola
Woah
These hoes be sick, so I gotta treat them like they all got Ebola
Nah, for real
I never ask for no favors
I'm cookin' up no waiter
Ay, ay
Fuck the haters
I don't read comments maybe later
Yeah, yeah
Speak on my name then ya ass a traitor
I'ma keep on grindin just like a skater
Yeah, yeah
I'ma keep on vibin, just like Tyler, The Creator
Ay
Ay
My haters can't match my drip
Let's take some hits and trip
I'm loading like 50 inside this clip
You know we on top
We never gon' stop
I ain't fuckin' with opps
I'm just makin' these bops
I'ma grind till the day I will pop
And that's why I'm never gon' flop
For my brothers, I'm never gon' fold
My story the one that's gonna be told
I'm rockin' a chain and that bitch is all gold
I'm still on my grind, even on the days that were cold
You gotta stand out, you gotta be bold
The longer you wait, the older you'll grow
I'm here right now and I'm ready to blow
My thoughts be fallin' like it was some snow
Shawty so fine, she got me sky dreamin'
Whenever you around I get a weird feelin'
Who would've known for your love I'd be feenin'
When we under the covers she always be screamin'
Stay with me and we always be eatin'
I promise to hold you whenever we're sleepin'
I made it out my momma house my goals I'm achievin'
You told me I could when no one was believin'
I promise mama I told you I'ma shine like a star
I do it for the days we ain't used to have a car
For all of the days that were gloomy and dark
Reminiscing when me and the homies balled at the park
Now I keep a strap for whenever it's dark
Glock 19, you know I'm ready to spark
I'm grinding my way, I'm making my mark
I'm eatin' this up, like I am a shark
I'm switchin' the flow, I'm spittin' the heat
I'm goin' so hard, I'm killin' the beat
I'm rockin' all black and my forces be creased
I'm throwin' up E's, like I'm from the East
Now that I'm up I can finally see
Fuck the hate, It doesn't matter to me
I just wanna skirt off In the SRT
If I take a dab, then I'm takin' three
Woah
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm blowin' up like a shakin' soda
Woah
Not from this planet, got me feelin like I'm Baby Yoda
Yo, woah
I'ma top smoker, kind of like I'm Dope as Yola
Woah
These hoes be sick, so I gotta treat them like they all got Ebola
Nah, for real
I never ask for no favors
I'm cookin' up no waiter
Ay, ay
Fuck the haters
I don't read comments maybe later
Yeah, yeah
Speak on my name then ya ass a traitor
I'ma keep on grindin just like a skater
Yeah, yeah
I'ma keep on vibin, just like Tyler, The Creator
Ay
Ay
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Writer(s): Daniel Salas
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