Diizii - BLU DREAM

Fuck it up, bitch
Buh-buh-buh! (Yeah)
Buh-buh-buh! (Yeah)
Buh-buh-buh!
Buh-buh-buh! (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up for the free or for a band (For a band)
Lost in translation, they know what I'm sayin' (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'll show them my pain (Okay)
Yeah, what? Don't care if I'm paid (Don't care)
Smokin' blue dream, I'ma do it 'til dawn (Phew)
Wrap it in paper, yeah, that's what I'm on (Lil' bitch)
Thumb the through paper, bitch, that's what I want (Lil' bitch)
I'm off it, I'll off you, I'm off of it all (Yeah)
Tell you how it is, I ain't gon' lie 'bout that (Huh)
I'm standin' on bidness, I'll tell you 'bout that (Huh)
I'll push it away and then bring it right back (Huh)
Smokin' my brain away while I'm breakin' her back (Dead Retire, lil' bitch, okay)
Bae, push the weight and then bring me a rack (Yeah)
Fuck all these niggas, they always gon' lack (Fuck 'em)
Move through the city, my 'fit is all black (Move through the city)
Quit droppin' that shit, you know that it's trash
If you takin' shots, I know that it ain't semi' (Buh-buh)
My dreams is all blue, wrap 'em up, I got many (Yeah)
It spilled on my 'fit and what is that? It's Henny (What, bitch?)
Shoot through the gap in his dentals, he lookin' like Sami Fatih (Yeah)
Bitch, the pole in his teeth (Yeah)
God blessed a few of us, but bitch, it's not you, yeah, it's me (It's me)
He takin' shots, I'ma send back while I'm smokin' this tree
And you know that the smoke is all free (Uh)
Free smoke, free bro, R.I.P. Pop, don't forget the smoke
If you want the smoke, little nigga, don't choke (Yeah)
I stand on my shit, I don't bang, I'm not blood, I'm no loc'
This the end (What?), but it's not
Uh, niggas is sneak dissin', it got me hot (Yeah)
You lookin' like you smoke crack right out the pot (Yeah)
You diss when you safe but when you here, you not (Yeah)
'Cause in real life, for that shit, you'll get shot (Yeah)
Quit holdin' a grudge 'cause I am what you not (Dead Retire, yeah)
You dead, just retire like the producer (Yeah)
Quit talkin' 'bout it, you really a nuisance (Huh)
Bitch, I'll do what I do, I'ma stay on my shit (Woah)
Eighth night of the blunt, little bitch, and it's lit (Bitch)
Ain't stoppin' this shit 'til I'm rich, you a bitch
Not talkin' Lilo, niggas might need a stitch (Yeah)
You off of nothin', for the gas, I'm a fiend (Okay)
You trip on nothin', you ain't seen what I seen (Okay)
Not talkin' 'bout purple but I'll make 'em lean (What?)
9 NIIGHT BLUNT, I smoke Runtz and blue dream, ugh (What?), bitch (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch)
A'ight, so look, I could go with that lil' back and forth if I wanted to
But, like–uh–that shit get a lil' lame after a while, you feel me?
So look, you got me on the Instagram
You got me on, like, whatever, bro
You could just, like, tell me that shit to me
Like, nothin' personal, bro, been there, done that, whatever, next
Woah (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
Woah (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
Woah (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)

Written by:
Michael Pastrana

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