Goonew – Nightmares lyrics

[Intro]
Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work
Post on the front street or the curb
Hand to hand, auntie might get served
Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt
What you know about dracos nigga?
What you know about walk down, case closed nigga?
What you know about that kick door, move six figures?
Lay his ass down, if he move I'ma hit
Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh
Too many nightmares, sippin' lean, huh
Goonrich
Ridin' round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent ayy

[Verse 1]
Too many nightmares, sippin' lean
Popppin' on percocets for my sleep
Buss on the xanax, drippin' clean
Cut off his throat, throw it in the sink
Watch out for dracos, feel that heat
Sippin' on drank, can't even see
Talkin' 'bout that cash, fft fft, beep
I feel like a rockstar on the beat

[Chorus]
Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work
Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp
I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt
Look at your homie dead on a shirt
Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work
Post on the front street or the curb
Hand to hand, auntie might get served
Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt

[Verse 2]
What you know about dracos nigga?
What you know about walk down, case closed nigga?
What you know about that kick door, move six figures?
Lay his ass down, if he move I'ma hit him
Chop his ass down, tryna do somethin'
Homicide Gang run him down, I'ma do somethin'
Gang gang, nigga you ain't tryna do nothin'
Kickin' shit, yeah right on the Sprinter bus
Serve a junkie, yeah right on the Brinks trunk
Fuckin' your bitch, I ain't know it was your bitch bruh
Sorry bruh, I ain't know that was your bitch bruh
Your nigga a fan, he tryna take a pic bruh

[Chorus]
Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work
Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp
I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt
Look at your homie dead on a shirt
Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work
Post on the front street or the curb
Hand to hand, auntie might get served
Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt
Come in the trap, yeah I'm flippin' that work
Back in the day, Boost Mobile chirp
I was thirteen with the glick in my shirt
Look at your homie dead on a shirt
Sippin' that drank and I'm flippin' that work
Post on the front street or the curb
Hand to hand, auntie might get served
Sorry auntie, I ain't serve you that dirt