Dream Dead Lyrics

(Wood on the beat...)

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Yeah
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Boyz in this bitch, what up, Philthy? (The realest...)

It's Rio, you wanna talk shit, get at me
Bitch, I feel like Deebo when Craig threw that brick at him
All that shit you sayin' cap, you need to quit rappin'
All I talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
I'm the youngest OG, hope that make sense to you
If you ain't got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
Old K and two Glocks on me, I'm invincible
You run off with a gram, I'ma kill you, it's just the principle
I'm off a half a pint right now, I'm kinda tipsy
I'm talkin' 'bout an eight of red, bitch, not no liquor
Five grams in a Backwood, I hate the taste of Swishers
I don't trick, but if she bald-headed, I'll pay for interest
My nigga Philthy Big 59, I'm from the 810
Used to shoot balls, now I sell hookahs, I don't play no more
Used to be broke, sittin' back chillin' like the pape' gon' grow
On trees, but now I chase it, I don't wait no more (Hey)

[Rio Da Yung OG & Philthy Rich:]
I'm a motherf*ckin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf*ckin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads (Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga) Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead? (Uh-huh, look)

[Philthy Rich:]
My bitch don't follow me, but she follow my opps
When five-O hit the block, I just swallow my rocks
My uncle sellin' dope out my granny house
A nigga snitchin' from my hood, I bet we ran him out
Boyz ENT, free the Ghetto
I ain't never won an award or a medal
But I bet I count a couple million a few times
I just ate a Cup O'Noodles on the futon
Wells and Chase shut down both bank accounts
If you chase the sucker down, you better make it count
Pretty shell, this shit gettin' overrided manually
Need an approval through the bank, that's family
Da Yung OG, that's Rio
Big 59, that's me though
I don't sip lean no more, I had to kick the habit
Send them niggas to your funeral, make 'em flip the casket, it's Philthy

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
I'm a motherf*ckin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf*ckin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?

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