Nightmares Lyrics

[Intro]

Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work

Post on the front street or the curb

Hand to hand, auntie might get served

Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt

What you know about dracos nigga?

What you know about walk down, case closed nigga?

What you know about that kick door, move six figures?

Lay his ass down, if he move I'ma hit

Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh

Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh

Goonrich

Ridin' round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent ayy



[Verse 1]

Too many nightmares, sippin' lean

Popppin' on percocets for my sleep

Buss on the xanax, drippin' clean

Cut off his throat, throw it in the sink

Watch out for dracos, feel that heat

Sippin' on drank, can't even see

Talkin' 'bout that cash, fft fft, beep

I feel like a rockstar on the beat



[Chorus]

Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work

Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp

I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt

Look at your homie dead on a shirt

Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work

Post on the front street or the curb

Hand to hand, auntie might get served

Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt



[Verse 2]

What you know about dracos nigga?

What you know about walk down, case closed nigga?

What you know about that kick door, move six figures?

Lay his ass down, if he move I'ma hit him

Chop his ass down, tryna do somethin'

Homicide Gang run him down, I'ma do somethin'

Gang gang, nigga you ain't tryna do nothin'

Kickin' shit, yeah right on the Sprinter bus

Serve a junkie, yeah right on the Brinks trunk

Fuckin' your bitch, I ain't know it was your bitch bruh

Sorry bruh, I ain't know that was your bitch bruh

Your nigga a fan, he tryna take a pic bruh



[Chorus]

Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work

Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp

I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt

Look at your homie dead on a shirt

Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work

Post on the front street or the curb

Hand to hand, auntie might get served

Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt

Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work

Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp

I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt

Look at your homie dead on a shirt

Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work

Post on the front street or the curb

Hand to hand, auntie might get served

Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt