Daydreaming Lyrics

Girl I love to get high

Just pass me a wood

And you might just get what you need from me

Told them leave me alone

If you do not like me

But I guess they don't got the decency

I can't fuck with these hoes

I know they be lying

These bitches only want the D from me

I know they see us winning

They hating on us

But I know that they don't got good reasoning

They don't got good reasoning

Bitch I'm the goat

You should pay just to breath with me

If me and my bro make a play

We split evenly

When I walk in the room

Bitch I'm changing the scenery

All my niggas that starved

Them the same ones who eat with me

Because I ran all that up with my niggas

Stay the same 'till the day

We make six figures

Daydreaming 'bout the bands

I had to go and get my bands up

Haters always coming in

But they don't really understand us

Problems always call me in

But I don't never wanna answer

Told them we was finna win

But I don't think they comprehend us

We just trynna get rich

Get some money

Can't beef 'bout no bitch

She ain't honest

I do not wanna talk

Call another day

Hop in the Stu mhm

That's another bag

I'm with the crew mhm

You ain't up with that

If a bitch catch me out by myself

Then she lucky

In the home studio

Where you can't get in touch with me

In the Stu I been off of the radar

So hurt young nigga got a cold heart

Gotta work so the family can go far

All my thoughts is on Mars

And I'm out of the way

And I ain't in the mix

That's the way that I been for the longest

And I don't need they help

'Cause they thought I would quit

And they didn't believe what I told them

Reminisce 'bout them days

I was down on my luck

If a bag is nearby

Then I'm counting it up

We was in the deep end

You wasn't drowning with us

Need my bitch to bad

But still bouncing it up

And down

Big money when we come around

16 With my own sound

Just in one pocket

That's a whole 'thow

Put the diamonds on the pendant

Look at the fit it's dripping

Remember days I was finished

Never had no bitches

But now they see a nigga winning

They trynna get my digits

These niggas telling me to quit it

Hell 'Naw can't listen

If my voice fucked up

Still hop in the Stu

Gotta do it daily

Don't got no excuse

Looking back on that I thought Was my friends

Used to be a real nigga

What happened to you

Young nigga high as hell

Damn near grabbing the moon

God damn I love this shit

Only one that I need

Is the bag in the room

God damn I love that bitch

Daydreaming 'bout the bands

I had to go and get my bands up

Haters always coming in

But they don't really understand us

Problems always call me in

But I don't never wanna answer

Told them we was finna win

But I don't think they comprehend us

We just trynna get rich

Get some money

Can't beef 'bout no bitch

She ain't honest

I do not wanna talk

Call another day

Hop in the Stu mhm

That's another bag

I'm with the crew mhm

You ain't up with that

If a bitch catch me out by myself

Then she lucky

In the home studio

Where you can't get in touch with me

In the home studio

And my phone DND

If you say that's your bitch

Why your hoe DM me

But if I hit your bitch

Let you know it was me

I could say what I want

I'm controlling the Scene

'Ima put all my bro's on

With a play

I'm feeling like frozone

In the state

I could never say hold on

To the pape

'Cause I know we 'gon go off

In the wraith

Please don't not play with my mind

Please don't play with my soul

Please don't not play with me period

And you say I won't shine

But you heard all my songs

You obviously really not hearing it

Let me hit from behind

And I promise you girl

That it's 'gon be a perfect experience

And I been on my grind

And hurdle that come in my way

Girl I swear that I'm clearing it

Daydreaming 'bout the bands

I had to go and get my bands up

Haters always coming in

But they don't really understand us

Problems always call me in

But I don't never wanna answer

Told them we was finna win

But I don't think they comprehend us

We just trynna get rich

Get some money

Can't beef 'bout no bitch

She ain't honest

I do not wanna talk

Call another day

Hop in the Stu mhm

That's another bag

I'm with the crew mhm

You ain't up with that

If a bitch catch me out by myself

Then she lucky

In the home studio

Where you can't get in touch with me