Dream$ - Slim Jesus

I just scored a 8th so you know I gotta pour up

I smell like designer, your man throw like throw up

Put me on your song, that lil bitch gon' blow up

Every time I do a feature, my prices they go up

Hundred band jug, put 50 on my wrist

Take the other 50 and make that bitch flip

He ain’t on his job, I can take his bitch

That hoe got that bomb like a terrorist

Freshest it’s on the scene, these hoes wanna know us

She wanna smoke my weed, she told me to roll up

I said give me top, she said I need to grow up

Bitch I got them bands, I told her to glo up

Pistol on my hip, on my waist

Fuckboy talking shit, pistol in his face

These bitches say they love me, I keep a poker face

You say that you high but I’m in outer space

When I’m at the top I ain’t finna switch

First I cop the drop then I scoop your bitch

Rubberband junky, I love hitting licks

Keep that straight drop, your plug hit or miss

I pull up in foriegns, bitch your car on E

You ain’t got no money, but boy don’t talk to me

What I’m smoking on, that’s that sour D

You say that’s your girl, why she on top of me?

Rubberband gang, I keep that knot on me

Bitch it’s not no

I am not a stain, ain’t no robbing me

32 shots, I keep that Glock on me

Purple in my cup, yeah I’m sipping lean

He thought he was savage til he seen that beam

I was on the block posted with my team

We was looking bummy, now we living dreams