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DREAM CHASIN
by D1b duece
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It's the gang, yeah
Is the auto-tune on? Oh yeah, yeah
Dream chasin', I been dream chasin
Gettin' money, makin' music, nigga, fuck waitin
I been sittin' on my ass, talkin' bout patience
Now I gotta get to it, I gotta go chase it
I hit the block with some work and got this bitch jumpin
The shop closed after nine, it's if you need somethin
I'm at this spot, poppin' bottles, tryna fuck somethin
I cut the pipes off my coupe and got this bitch runnin
This money shit feel like a race, but I'mma pump drink it
Bruh stuck in the rut, and I cannot fake this
God gave me a shot, you know I'm gon' take it
I said I'm givin' it my all and I will not waste this
I'm shinin' like a star, yeah, I bet I spot danger
Movin' like I'm Beast and nahh you cannot tame me
This bitch im with, but she deluxe and she is not basic
Her four pockets full, I'm stuntin' like I'm Lil' Baby
Lil' coupe small, yeah, I know, but the trunk spacious
This lil' shit came equipped with a big engine
Race car shit, yeah, nigga, my drive different
Aye what you want, you buy a chicken, get five biscuits
I'm on the road, I'm takin' trips, come ride with me
20 eighths gone, I done ran out by $950, yeah
Double up my profits, then I drop on another ticket
If we talkin' ball, but I done drop about 30 3s
This game, winnin' shots for the gang, you can't fuck with me
The prices change, but I up it by 150
You got a eighth, I got a zip, bro, come fuck with me
If niggas on that rear shit, but I up somethin
Rollin' around town with the heat, bet I bust somethin', yeah
Niggas really ain't talkin' bout a bag, nigga, stop bluffin
I'm on my own, I'm on this road and I'ma keep pushin
When I hop up out the coupe, them bitches stay lookin
I got the chicken in my kitchen, I'ma stay cookin', yeah
Take it back to the streets, yeah
Dream chasin', I been dream chasin
Gettin' money, makin' music, nigga, fuck waitin
I been sittin' on my ass, talkin' bout patience
Now I gotta get to it, I gotta go chase it
I hit the block with some work and got this bitch jumpin
The shop closed after nine, it's if you need somethin
I'm at this spot, poppin' bottles, tryna fuck somethin
I cut the pipes off my coupe and got this bitch runnin'
It's the gang, yeah
Is the auto-tune on? Oh yeah, yeah
Dream chasin', I been dream chasin
Gettin' money, makin' music, nigga, fuck waitin
I been sittin' on my ass, talkin' bout patience
Now I gotta get to it, I gotta go chase it
I hit the block with some work and got this bitch jumpin
The shop closed after nine, it's if you need somethin
I'm at this spot, poppin' bottles, tryna fuck somethin
I cut the pipes off my coupe and got this bitch runnin
This money shit feel like a race, but I'mma pump drink it
Bruh stuck in the rut, and I cannot fake this
God gave me a shot, you know I'm gon' take it
I said I'm givin' it my all and I will not waste this
I'm shinin' like a star, yeah, I bet I spot danger
Movin' like I'm Beast and nahh you cannot tame me
This bitch im with, but she deluxe and she is not basic
Her four pockets full, I'm stuntin' like I'm Lil' Baby
Lil' coupe small, yeah, I know, but the trunk spacious
This lil' shit came equipped with a big engine
Race car shit, yeah, nigga, my drive different
Aye what you want, you buy a chicken, get five biscuits
I'm on the road, I'm takin' trips, come ride with me
20 eighths gone, I done ran out by $950, yeah
Double up my profits, then I drop on another ticket
If we talkin' ball, but I done drop about 30 3s
This game, winnin' shots for the gang, you can't fuck with me
The prices change, but I up it by 150
You got a eighth, I got a zip, bro, come fuck with me
If niggas on that rear shit, but I up somethin
Rollin' around town with the heat, bet I bust somethin', yeah
Niggas really ain't talkin' bout a bag, nigga, stop bluffin
I'm on my own, I'm on this road and I'ma keep pushin
When I hop up out the coupe, them bitches stay lookin
I got the chicken in my kitchen, I'ma stay cookin', yeah
Take it back to the streets, yeah
Dream chasin', I been dream chasin
Gettin' money, makin' music, nigga, fuck waitin
I been sittin' on my ass, talkin' bout patience
Now I gotta get to it, I gotta go chase it
I hit the block with some work and got this bitch jumpin
The shop closed after nine, it's if you need somethin
I'm at this spot, poppin' bottles, tryna fuck somethin
I cut the pipes off my coupe and got this bitch runnin'
