Dreyyz - Overnight lyrics

[Intro talking] I mean, they talk about d**, s**, money and guns all the time Those 4 things all the time And uhh, I mean, it just fascinates me Why would you want to brag about being a drug dealer? [Verse: Dreyyz] Gun shots serve you, no tennis You ain't coming back from this sh** This that "Damn he did that" Dish that number 13 pa** That's double digit dimes every night I give and go with the pipe Stroking from the 3 point all night I'm Reggie Miller with the pinstripes I don't take breaks like a fixed bike Want your b**h bike, you could have her She rode my dick like a paper route Then I kicked her out like Pam Bruh, you a spam rapper Spending cash for exposure and no one's clapping I'm laughing at 'em They mad at me But I can't blame 'em, I'm the man actually They dancing with the devil I tango with the teller Bankroll on et cetera My b**h looks like Carmen Electra Electric slide like I'm Raikou In that 575 like a haiku Where I'm from n***as die right beside you & you can't hide or you die too 47 with the 90 That's a drumroll on my entrance Enter these bands b**h Pockets so heavy they're draggin', ight Let me slow dow, cause I know you can't catch 'em all Maybe if you wished upon a star But you need like 28 in all Ah [Hook: Moe Gutta & Dreyyz] It's all about them d** (You know I lean and drive) It's all about my plug (You know I love that ese) It's all about them packs (You know I love that weed) It's all about them racks Uhaul, FedEx, USPS I'm just tryna move it, I'm just tryna move it All white, off-white, purple mixed with the Sprite I'm just tryna move it, I'm just tryna move it [Verse: Dreyyz] Finger f**ing figure skaters Foreign paper, n***as hating on the daily Talking, saying, waiting, wishing, hoping, praying for my failure Like I ain't they favorite I post, they play it I'm Hakeem off promethazine They post me up and I lean, then bend my knees You can't stop the dream West Pines like Green Bay how the cheese out when them packs play No rat play, no sacked plays No Aaron Rodgers in 08 Young Brett Farve and young Bret Hart Cannon on my arm and I shoot sharp Young Kasparov how I move smart Young Nikola when my car starts I ain't ga**ing sh**, I stay charged Black car and black card Smoking on that d**h Star, no Vader cough I'm sipping on that medicine so my drank dark like I'm mixing tar But I'm mixing hard All white like my cups are, ain't shy like Cubs are I'm heavily armed with a couple k**ers in cop cars Coming down your block like the neighbors called and it's final warning The Glock March Madness The Final Four hit him n***as ain't savage Born ho n***as Ain't bout action All for show n***as Whip it with the right wrist Riding 'round gettin' it Dwight at the line But you probably won't get it b**h [Hook]