Zelooperz, Na’kel Smith, Earl Sweatshirt, Maxo, Ahwlee, Black Noi$e, Pink Siifu - Revenge of the Dreamers pt 4 lyrics
[Zelooperz, Na’kel Smith, Earl Sweatshirt, Maxo, Ahwlee, Black Noi$e, Pink Siifu - Revenge of the Dreamers pt 4 lyrics]
Gave a nigga my last
How could you hate on me?
When I was packin' my bag
Why you ain't wait on me?
Hopped my ass in that cab
Took it way upstream
Pullin' all of my scabs
Hopin' they don't bleed
I have my last in my pocket
With the stakes on me
I was goin' so fast
I ain't have no brakes on me
Pull up with a bad bitch
She like "it's a lake on me"
And just so you know we back here
We splittin' the seat
Yeah I'm in LA
You know I'm splittin' the tree
Gotta get the cake, OD
Movin' fast like Usain on me
No I don't skate but the bitch say
My body so long, she wanna play on me
My nigga wasn't nervous
Weren't no shakes on me
I'm just tryna keep it sane and remain lowkey
I'm in the crib scrapin' plates all clean
Jaw lock, molly rock, got my face all mean
Last time I drunk at a show
I had to throw the drank in
The face of the security
In the club tryna take y'all drinks
Still cut the steak off clean
And I lookin' like a stringbean
Bitch say my T-bone mean
Still take it all for the team
You niggas all for the clout
Might pound for the cheese
And I've seen shit go
Wrong 'round these streets
You don't know me, see
Sports wasn't organized
Can't switch on my team
Still stick to the schemes (Still meddling)
This on your scalp
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that beam
Good pussy bustin' like the old
Couch out the springs aah! (Fuck)
Aah! (Fuck)
(Bitches gon' love that
Bitches gon' love that!
Bitches gon' love that)
Bitches definitely don't love that shit
Nigga! You know me
We in the kitchen with it! We
In the kitchen with it!
You ain't gon' tell me nothin'! We 3
000 miles away in this bitch! You ain't
Gon' tell me nothin', nigga! We here
(yeah! Aah!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Nigga's gone crazy)
How could you hate on me?
When I was packin' my bag
Why you ain't wait on me?
Hopped my ass in that cab
Took it way upstream
Pullin' all of my scabs
Hopin' they don't bleed
I have my last in my pocket
With the stakes on me
I was goin' so fast
I ain't have no brakes on me
Pull up with a bad bitch
She like "it's a lake on me"
And just so you know we back here
We splittin' the seat
Yeah I'm in LA
You know I'm splittin' the tree
Gotta get the cake, OD
Movin' fast like Usain on me
No I don't skate but the bitch say
My body so long, she wanna play on me
My nigga wasn't nervous
Weren't no shakes on me
I'm just tryna keep it sane and remain lowkey
I'm in the crib scrapin' plates all clean
Jaw lock, molly rock, got my face all mean
Last time I drunk at a show
I had to throw the drank in
The face of the security
In the club tryna take y'all drinks
Still cut the steak off clean
And I lookin' like a stringbean
Bitch say my T-bone mean
Still take it all for the team
You niggas all for the clout
Might pound for the cheese
And I've seen shit go
Wrong 'round these streets
You don't know me, see
Sports wasn't organized
Can't switch on my team
Still stick to the schemes (Still meddling)
This on your scalp
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that beam
Good pussy bustin' like the old
Couch out the springs aah! (Fuck)
Aah! (Fuck)
(Bitches gon' love that
Bitches gon' love that!
Bitches gon' love that)
Bitches definitely don't love that shit
Nigga! You know me
We in the kitchen with it! We
In the kitchen with it!
You ain't gon' tell me nothin'! We 3
000 miles away in this bitch! You ain't
Gon' tell me nothin', nigga! We here
(yeah! Aah!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Nigga's gone crazy)