AlmighttyHuncho - Nightmares Lyrics

These lil Shorties they don't know no better out here with a .09
Load the the clip change the score it can't be no tie
Police keeping on driving by when them shots fired
Yo homie couldn't slide for you he was to fried
I just wanna make it out they wanna take me out
Put that dope up innat water I'm baking now
Silencer up on this Glock it won't make a sound
You was suppose to see 25 you won't make it Now
Show the streets you bout it bout it you gon chase him down
But you had that Bitch on safety say a prayer now
Yo Nigguhs said they was gon slide with you but you ain't wait around
How you married to the streets Huh nd you ain't say your vows
Living room is full of tears that's your momma crying
At the funeral in all black yeah that's yo momma crying
Jacc you for that Rollie boy it just wasn't your time
Hollow to his brain (Blawwww) he ain't in his mind
Heard you had hoop dreams but you won't get to shine
Lil bro had looked up to you now he look to the sky
Staring at the glock but he on standby
Poppn perkys gripping that 30 he can't be on standby
Biggie said it's all a dream but it ain't wat it seem
You had thought shit was sweet until they turnt you into meme
Late night with them coke boys R.I .P to chinx
I know that if I ball out they gon fuccn double team
Shoot that Bitch go ughhhh like I'm master p
All these chains around my neck but ain't nobody captured me
Ain't no looking over my shoulders cuz ain't nobody after me
Paint a picture of my life it ain't no masterpiece
I get so high what's gravity Bitch I'm galaxy
All these young nigguhs casualties they ain't have no strategy
I be moving casually yeah it's naturally
Keep a glock that's my mentality nd shoot that bitch rapidly
I can't let you be my girlfriend why you mad at me
Said she wanna marry me girl stop that blasphemy
I was taught to chase a bag nd do it fast
Keep a glock nd keep it cocked don't ever lack
Yeah I was homeless rats nd roaches I had it bad
Helping momma with the groceries just to touch a bag
I grew up a lil hustler Ian ask for shit
I got a passion with this fashion i ain't average
Kill me before I kill you I ain't having it
I heard gangster move in silence yeah I mastered it
Balling like a point guard but I ain't passing shit
Said she a lil ratchet but she a classy Bitch
Lady in the streets but in the sheets she a freak she a nasty Bitch
She know she can't be my lady she ain't knew to this
Wake her up 3 inna morning get a Uber bitch
Won't catch me lacking in the city how I'm maneuvering
These lil Shorties they don't know no better out here with a .09
Load the the clip change the score it can't be no tie
Police keeping on driving by when them shots fired
Yo homie couldn't slide for you he was to fried