Drug Dealer Dreams lyrics

Alright
Lil’ b*tch
n*gga
Healthy Boyz
Yeah
Alright
Lil’ b*tch

[Hook]
Money, Power, Weed all a young n*gga need
Ever since a teen had drug dealer dreams
Gettin’ hella cream grindin’ hard with my team
Dirty motherf*ckers but we look so clean [x2]

[Verse 1]
Lobster with tilapia
I couldn’t join the mafia
Sold drugs for a profit brah I had to get my profits up
PoPo on the block and stuff but them boys wasn’t stopping us
Shoebox stash I didn’t need no f*cking pocketbook
Got it from my Pops he was cookin’ on the pots and stuff
n*ggas think they know me but they really don’t
I grew up well
Tough guys and we were [?]
I had to toughen up
17 got myself some chrome that b*tch packed a punch
Ana bowls in my backpack sold em’ all at lunch
Every school dances I went to
Bet I spiked the punch (really)
You ain’t with the sh*t
Lil’ b*tch then you f*cking up
All my n*ggas got records don’t nobody f*ck with us
Catch me in the trap
Or the stu
Smoking hella blunts
PayPal boomin’ clientele spending hella bucks
Eddy f*cking Baker I’m the sh*t b*tches on my nuts
Crook motherf*cker
Greedy n*gga plus I’m dangerous
[Hook]