Ghetto Dreams lyrics

[Intro]
N-n-nine hundred degrees
C'mon
I threw a Xan
(I smoke straight up pack)
[Verse]
I threw a xan inside my drink with every sip, I'm moving slow motion
I cut the lean with gasoline
I'm selling dirty potion
Walking sipping through the Lenox mall, we got our 30s pokin
I barely bring my shooters out of town, they always cause commotion
Don't put my name on paperwork, cause I'll clap a rodent
My opp want me to teach him how to punch the trap, ain't having motion
This groupy b*tch been trying to trap me, so I packed the Trojan
She keep asking if her head was nice, I sent the trash emoji
My main b*tch keep asking what I'm doing, I sent the bag emoji
They call me every time they see him out the city track him for me
Here go a 20 ball, find him and clap him for me
That X6 can't save you you better pack a forty
Yes, b*tch, I'm from the suburbs, but I got ghetto dreams
I'm trying to touch a million off of fraud, so I can feed the streets
My lawyer beat a hundred cases a year, there's no defeating me
The city know I'm rich now, I could tell by how they treating me
My hitman put a opp in the walker, he can't stand no more
We ain't never see you step on sh*t, going stand no more
He down bad Pillow talking, trying to take my whores
I can triple up on anything he got, I've been keeping up the score
I got three different killers in the whip, I've been ready for war
For me, my shooter catch bodies for free, but I'll pay him for sure
I sprint outside the crib, jump in the whip, when there's pape on the floor
Still got his main b*tch over at my crib, she's been doing my chores