Goonew - Nightmares lyrics

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 n***a? What you know about walk down, case closed n***a? What you know about that kick door, move six figures? Lay his a** 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 Too many nightmares, sippin' lean Popppin' on percocets for my sleep Boss on the xanax, drippin' clean Cut off his throat, throw it in the sewer 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 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 What you know about dracos n***a? What you know about walk down, case closed n***a? What you know about that kick door, move six figures? Lay his a** down, if he move I'ma hit him Chop his a** down, tryna do somethin' Homicide Gang run him down, I'ma do somethin' Gang gang, n***a you ain't tryna do nothin' Kickin' sh**, yeah right on the Sprinter bus Serve a junkie, yeah right on the Brinks trunk f**in' your b**h, I ain't know it was your b**h bruh Sorry bruh, I ain't know that was your b**h bruh Your n***a a fan, he tryna take a pic bruh 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