Robb Bank$ - Dream Mode lyrics

Yuh woo, woo, woo, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, uh woo, woo, woo, woo, yuh
Let's go, uh, oo, woo, woo uh, let's go
I got Nuri, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, uh
Yuh, yuh, you dig
Uh, yuh, rah, woo, woo, woo, woo
SSET, uh, SSET, uh
SSET, uh, SSET, uh, uh, uh
SSET, rah, SSET, uh uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Gang, let's go

I could drive your bitch 'round in the Aston
(Yuh) , Martin (Yuh)
I was just in first class off a Percocet
(Yuh) , nauseous (Yuh)
You gon' suck my dick until you throw up
(Yuh) , barf it (SSET)
She gon' hit my phone all
Night and I ain't gon' (Brr) call back (Yuh)
Twenty sack, thirty sack
(Yuh) , hit a nigga phone (Yuh)
Nigga, you the biggest cap
Talkin' to these hoes (Yuh)
I ain't with the chit chat
I cock it back and blow (Yuh, yuh)
Break her like a Kit Kat
I split her up in 4s (Brr, let's go)

I'm in Dream Mode
(Yuh) , I'm in Dream Mode (Yuh, yuh)
I'm in Dream Mode
(Yuh, yuh) , I'm in Dream Mode (Yuh, SSET)
I'm in Beast Mode (SSET) fuckin' on pink toe
(SSET) , what the fuck you mean, ho (Shoot)
Paper on me like Kinko (Ah, ah, you dig)

Chinese, backflips
(Yuh) , nigga, check your atlas (Ah, yuh
Yuh)
Oriental bitches, I had worldwide passion
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go)
Japanese, bad vibes
(Let's go) , Lebanese, smash out (Cha ching)
Ate a Chinese ho out
(Let's get it) , now Cantonese my language
(let's get it, let's get it, go)
They gon' need your background
(Tuh) , nigga, check my background (Yuh, huh)
Wanna lay your mans down
(Yuh, tuh) , shot whoever in
The background (Grr, grr, grr)
On private jets now
(Yuh) , Mean Girls my bitch now (SSET, SSET
SSET) weather girl, her tit's wild
(SSET) , I made her fetch, ow (you dig)

I don't get it, not at all
'cause I get it all take a picture, yeah
Gone 'cause I'ma spill strong
Ain't no pressure
(Yuh) , nah, nah, no, not at all (Yuh)
I'm your leader, Griffith
(Yuh) , Band of the Hawk (Yuh, tuh)

Hawk, uh, yuh, Hawk, yuh
Uh, uh, ah ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh
Yuh, uh, you dig, brr, uh, uh, you dig
Uh, uh, you dig, brr, you dig, brr, uh, uh
Uh

You dig

Guns up in designer denim (What? what?)
I think they be Ksubis (Ho-wee)
Your bitch Icky Vicky (Ho-wee)
That hoe got the cooties (Ho-wee)
Only time that I would touch her (Ho-wee)
When I give her noogies (Ho-wee)
Either that or when I'm tryna
Rub off one my boogies (Ho-wee)

Oh oh oh, yeah, oh oh oh, yeah
Been in Mulsanne, top tier, hmm
I ain't got an opp that I fear, hmm
Big gun like I shoot deer and I
Got your bitch talkin' off my ear, ooh
Ring, ring, pick up, "Who this?"
Ten thousand dollar toe ring so
I can kick the drip
We done make your momma cry, gang, 430 Tears
Bitch, I been the man
Why would I wanna switch gears?
Go, make your momma talk shit, on folks
Boss status, still can't stunt my growth
And I'm in traffic with the drip, woah
Nigga play with us, he get his ass-

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