Collection - DreamDoll

Runnin' 'round actin' like a blockhead

Met him up in Blockheads

Gave all the bitches on my block head

Nigga named Ruger, he a shooter, though

Never had a V, always pulled up in an Uber, though

Left him on seen, nigga blew up my text (Yeah)

But I called him last week to come shoot at my ex (You mean Mally?)

Fuck Mally

If you every see him, don’t hesitate to boom at him

Watch the lil' Moncler levitate (Haha)

Got the nigga name still tatted on my leg today

But his man’s aim so good, it almost went away

Put this lil' pussy on a nigga named Ty (Why?)

He always up a band every time he came by (Okay)

So I got his number saved under Trick Daddy (Trick Daddy)

So next time he got the bands, I got a trick, daddy (What about Ruger?)

What Ruger?

I know you ain’t talkin' 'bout Raymond

He done told on everybody from the Haven (County)

If he ever ran down, I hope you fell back, boo

'Cause if you ever gave him pussy, he gon' tell that too, on God

Ain’t no pussy like the one I got (No one could fuck you better)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, boy, I hit it a lot (That ass pull up whenever)

Y’all all the same, so nigga, leave me alone (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

I got a bitch, but I’ma tell you I don’t, tell you I don’t

(You know Michael)

Yeah, I know Mike, he got a lil' dick (A little dick?)

Almost let him fuck, I couldn’t feel his shit

Had to let him go, nigga started catchin' feelings quick

The way I had him whipped, I could’ve opened up a dealership (Haha)

Let me tell you 'bout this nigga DayDay, he be trickin' and shit (Word?)

Every day, the nigga copped me somethin' different and shit (Girl, stop)

Come to find out the nigga got a wife, bitch asked me if I knew him (What you

said?)

I said nope and got right (Haha)

Made the nigga swipe me everything from Gucci to Prada (What else?)

Balenciaga (Uh-huh), Dolce Gabbana (What else?)

I ain’t feel bad 'til the nigga had kids

So I curved him, I ain’t wanna keep doin' him dread

(You know a nigga named TJ?)

Yeah, the one who goin' bald that won’t cut it?

(Uh-huh)

Don’t give that nigga nothin' (Haha)

Nigga looked dirty, I ain’t give him no play

Gotta dub him every morning just to start off my day

Remind me of this nigga Barry, he be doin' too much

(He do got a few bitches)

Well, a few is enough

And really none of them niggas is my type

Stu always tryna fly me out, say that nigga name on the flight (Haha)

Nigga think we gon' fuck 'cause we up in Cancún

Every time the nigga try, I say, «Bae, it’s too soon»

You gotta work for this ass, work for this ass

Make them pockets hurt for this ass, hurt for this ass

The moral of the story, don’t let these niggas gas you

Do it to them first, leave them salty like a cashew

It’s a lot of baddies to choose from

And how these bitches move nowadays, I know it’s hard for a nigga to choose one

(Word)

Gotta move milli', don’t fuck up the value (What else?)

'Cause that’ll be the quickest way a nigga’ll down you (I hear you)

And make sure you get your own money to flex with

So he can never bring that shit up with the next bitch (I felt that)

Do these things right, and you’ll be runnin' the house

Let me call you back, I got this nigga all in my mouth

Dream