Fantasy

[Intro: Yung Lean]
Leandoer

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I don't want to hurt you
Movin' 'round in circles
Will do if I have to
All I do is work you
I got Gs on Gs like burgers
Movin' 'round like lurkers
I lost all my urges
Pink polo painted circus
Insert money and surf through
Life is like a drive-thru
I guess I could die soon
I feel like a typhoon
Smell like weed and perfume
Smurf-blue pills like squirrels
All I smoke is herbal
Pradas, them be purple
Mailbox clean, Donald Duck lungs
I need a million dollars, not some bucks, son (Fuck your money at?)
Duck one, duck two painted trucks, son
When we roll up, Gucci mats on my truck, son (Truck, truck)
Where I come from, pop anthrax
Air Max, we got ten stacks
I be smokin' tear gas
Percocet, that's a fear fac'
Yeah, I got my gear back
Don't hold tears from years back
Talking, we don't hear that
Fallin' off we don't fear that

[Verse 2: Lil Flash]
I'm smokin' on nitrous oxide
Holdin' shit down, I got mine
My eyes red just like a stop sign
I'm number one, not no top five
I'm Blood gang, Cap gang, 4L
Pills, weed, molly, Xanax for sale
Got shooters out South you don't know well
They'll pull up right to your doorbell
I'm too iced out, I'm a snowman
Oh, we're ridin' in the foreign gettin' real wrecked
I'm out in Chiraq where it's cold at
Where they tote nines and blow caps
G-L-O gang I own that
Pull up on your block, blow your skull cap
And I ain't really with no romance
'Cause I'm too busy callin' up the dopeman
Shooters all on my roster
The whole team tryna get sponsored
I'm drummin' shit, Travis Barker, yeah
Your blunt is like a pencil, mines a marker, wha'?
And I see you a talker
So to shut your ass up would be a motherfuckin' honor
It's me and Yung Lean overseas
Smoking dope eating on some shrimp and lobster
Wha'?