Dream Mode - Robb Bank$

Yuh

Woo, woo, woo, yuh

Woo, woo, woo, uh

Woo, woo, woo, woo, yuh

Let’s go, uh, oo, woo, woo

Uh, let’s go

I got Nuri, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, uh

Yuh, yuh, you dig

Uh, yuh, rah, woo, woo, woo, woo

SSET, uh, SSET, uh

SSET, uh, SSET, uh, uh, uh

SSET, rah, SSET, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Rich Gang, let’s go

I could drive your bitch 'round in the Aston (Yuh), Martin (Yuh)

I was just in first class off a Percocet (Yuh), nauseous (Yuh)

You gon' suck my dick until you throw up (Yuh), barf it (SSET)

She gon' hit my phone all night and I ain’t gon' (Brr) call back (Yuh)

Twenty sack, thirty sack (Yuh), hit a nigga phone (Yuh)

Nigga, you the biggest cap, talkin' to these hoes (Yuh)

I ain’t with the chit chat, I cock it back and blow (Yuh, yuh)

Break her like a Kit Kat, I split her up in 4s (Brr, let’s go)

I’m in Dream Mode (Yuh), I’m in Dream Mode (Yuh, yuh)

I’m in Dream Mode (Yuh, yuh), I’m in Dream Mode (Yuh, SSET)

I’m in Beast Mode (SSET)

Fuckin' on pink toe (SSET), what the fuck you mean, ho (Shoot)

Paper on me like Kinko (Ah, ah, you dig)

Chinese, backflips (Yuh), nigga, check your atlas (Ah, yuh, yuh)

Oriental bitches, I had worldwide passion (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let’s go)

Japanese, bad vibes (Let's go), Lebanese, smash out (Cha ching)

Ate a Chinese ho out (Let's get it), now Cantonese my language (let's get it,

let’s get it, go)

They gon' need your background (Tuh), nigga, check my background (Yuh, huh)

Wanna lay your mans down (Yuh, tuh), shot whoever in the background (Grr, grr,

grr)

On private jets now (Yuh), Mean Girls my bitch now (SSET, SSET, SSET)

Weather girl, her tits wild (SSET), I made her fetch, ow (you dig)

I don’t get it, not at all, 'cause I get it all

Take a picture, yeah, gone 'cause I’ma spill strong

Ain’t no pressure (Yuh), nah, nah, no, not at all (Yuh)

I’m your leader, Griffith (Yuh), Band of the Hawk (Yuh, tuh)

Hawk, uh, yuh, Hawk, yuh

Uh, uh, ah ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh

Yuh, uh, you dig, brr, uh, uh, you dig

Uh, uh, you dig, brr, you dig, brr, uh, uh, uh

You dig

Guns up in designer denim (What? what?)

I think they be Ksubis (Ho-wee)

Your bitch Icky Vicky (Ho-wee)

That hoe got the cooties (Ho-wee)

Only time that I would touch her (Ho-wee)

When I give her noogies (Ho-wee)

Either that or when I’m tryna rub off one my boogies (Ho-wee)

Oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah

Been in Mulsanne, top tier, hmm

I ain’t got an opp that I fear, hmm

Big gun like I shoot deer and I got your bitch talkin' off my ear, ooh

Ring, ring, pick up, «Who this?»

Ten thousand dollar toe ring so I can kick the drip

We done make your momma cry, gang, 430 Tears

Bitch, I been the man, why would I wanna switch gears?

Go, make your momma talk shit, on folks

Boss status, still can’t stunt my growth

And I’m in traffic with the drip, woah

Nigga play with us, he get his ass-

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