Dreamboy
It's dreamboy in the place to be
All the hoes wanna ri-ri-ride on me (brrr, baow)
Bitch, I'm in my prime like a paintbrush
Big shit poppin', walkin' 'round in a mink vest
Whoop-whoop, talkin', ain't tryna hear the stank breath
Bitch, shut the fuck up unless she's got a big chef for me
The hi-hat, yeah, keep that for me
Two branded jawns and you know you gotta loop that for me
I'ma send this to the group chat
They gon' be like, "Who's that?"
I'ma be like, "Big X, dummy, " now y'all know I'm comin'
This year, I'm finna tie the rope
Put a ring around this bitch like I'm drawin' O
Tic-tac-toe, line my exes up in a row
One for each night of the week in the Sherman Oaks
I'm do or die, I'm far from what they like
My past is dark, my ass is super tight
I'm cute, I'm fun, I'm fine, my future bright
My house is full like 9 on Nick at Nite
In the club, in the cut, cuttin' up (uh-huh)
Gettin' drunk while I'm pickin' out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps gettin' low (uh-huh)
'Cause they want, but they know they can't get me
Oh (whoa)
Yes, it's true (whoa)
They got me fucked up with all this he fell off talk
Y'all finna get this heat all 2025
Fuck nigga
Alex, what these fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?
We on ten like a nigga doin' walk it out
I would rather see that nigga dead than to talk it out
Feds did a sweep on his ass, we gon' mop it out
Front door, niggas come through to the front door
Bangin' on his top like bongos
Shootin' at his spot like cum loads
Two sticks on him, mm-hm, that's a drumroll
I'm back, I don't know what y'all figured
I'm still that bitch, I'm still that nigga
I been workin' on X, I ain't even on Twitter
Now my money and my house, and my meat little bigger, uh
In the club, in the cut, cuttin' up (uh-huh)
Gettin' drunk while I'm pickin' out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps gettin' low (uh-huh)
'Cause they want, but they know they can't get me
Oh (whoa)
Yes, it's true (whoa)
Yeah, it's dreamboy
2025, look alive
It's hotbox season, baby
Hm, mwah
Dreamboy
It's dreamboy in the place to be
All the hoes wanna ri-ri-ride on me (brrr, baow)
Bitch, I'm in my prime like a paintbrush
Big shit poppin', walkin' 'round in a mink vest
Whoop-whoop, talkin', ain't tryna hear the stank breath
Bitch, shut the fuck up unless she's got a big chef for me
The hi-hat, yeah, keep that for me
Two branded jawns and you know you gotta loop that for me
I'ma send this to the group chat
They gon' be like, "Who's that?"
I'ma be like, "Big X, dummy, " now y'all know I'm comin'
This year, I'm finna tie the rope
Put a ring around this bitch like I'm drawin' O
Tic-tac-toe, line my exes up in a row
One for each night of the week in the Sherman Oaks
I'm do or die, I'm far from what they like
My past is dark, my ass is super tight
I'm cute, I'm fun, I'm fine, my future bright
My house is full like 9 on Nick at Nite
In the club, in the cut, cuttin' up (uh-huh)
Gettin' drunk while I'm pickin' out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps gettin' low (uh-huh)
'Cause they want, but they know they can't get me
Oh (whoa)
Yes, it's true (whoa)
They got me fucked up with all this he fell off talk
Y'all finna get this heat all 2025
Fuck nigga
Alex, what these fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?
We on ten like a nigga doin' walk it out
I would rather see that nigga dead than to talk it out
Feds did a sweep on his ass, we gon' mop it out
Front door, niggas come through to the front door
Bangin' on his top like bongos
Shootin' at his spot like cum loads
Two sticks on him, mm-hm, that's a drumroll
I'm back, I don't know what y'all figured
I'm still that bitch, I'm still that nigga
I been workin' on X, I ain't even on Twitter
Now my money and my house, and my meat little bigger, uh
In the club, in the cut, cuttin' up (uh-huh)
Gettin' drunk while I'm pickin' out my pick-me
All my opps and my simps gettin' low (uh-huh)
'Cause they want, but they know they can't get me
Oh (whoa)
Yes, it's true (whoa)
Yeah, it's dreamboy
2025, look alive
It's hotbox season, baby
Hm, mwah