Dreezy - Nonstop lyrics

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Dreezy - Nonstop lyrics

I dont never past the blunt This aint no track meet My b**h got shot gun Put that n***a inna back seat They tryna be like me I think somebody hacked me Who talking rap beef I k**ed them all by track three They would tell u dreamin aint possible N start pinchin u but not pitchin in N I would tell u who the dopest is But the feds probably out listening n***as money short as my attention span I dont see nobody gotta different lines Put the bait out, wait out They bite the flow I reel them in like fishermen Im on green level, when it come to money But I burn trees like a arsonist Get my medication from a pharmacist U could leave that shake for the parkacist Need a blunt rolled with my bu*t rubbed From a young thug like Barter 6 n***as act tough, get u f**ed up Now Im back riding to the Carter six On Sunset swerving Hella deep got em nervous Tease a n***a on purpose I can be pitchin how I be curvin Gotta head full of raps Might as well walk around with a turbin Yo n***as like Lions on the Wiz N aint nan one got courage All this gold on me Im thinking I juss hit the jackpot Steppin in Givenchy feeling b**h With my hat co*ked Bout to tell yo n***a, get a grip He got the trap hot Tried to put him onna team He rather be a mascot Dont look back, we ahead of ya Middle fingers to the editors Im a predator, what competitors Wanna battle, gotta be better first Got my toes done, Im still a road runner From the real estate, like a home hunter If a b**h try to call me out Then Im knowing that she got the wrong number Got picked up inna Rolls Royce N the neighbors tried to call ghost busters Ran into my ex about a week ago N I swear to God he was so busted Yo last video looked good But the song weak, n its no numbers How we finna heat up on b**hes now It would f** around n be no summer I dont get that hyped, that get you people all excited Imma walk or not, make a n***a wanna tie it Its all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client Told them Imma feed the streets I know the real aint gon deny it Its a party but its private, you are not invited They say since when you switched it up I say i just decided I really live this life Dont need nobody else to write it n***as swearing that they flying Guess somebody shot the pilot f** a Benz, I need that Lambo Yea i got that amo I promise n***as wont get cleared like a sample Made it to the hills When my n***as still in a Bando Im so sick, Im sipping Campbells Hate to watch n flip the channel They say x will mark the spot I signed the line n got that treasure Finessed him out his plugs I put business over pleasure They tell me they opinions I dont listen f** a lecture I keep twenty on the dresser Know these b**hes feel the pressure

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