Nightmare

[Intro]
No codefendant, bitch, you probably'll tell
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)
I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again
(Trauma Tone)

[Verse 1]
Two AMGs, I ain't drove the two-door yet
What you gon' say to me? Boy, I paid two hoes' rent
Depressed with your head open, you been through that yet?
God in my hood and they ain't test my new work yet
Head to the clouds, I been kickin' it with Scam
I moved another inch, we'd be kickin' it for real
Crazy how a bunch of niggas thinkin' I was dead
Really brung me back to life and got to trippin' on they ass
Droppin' fifties on thеy head, this recession'll hit
Right now, wе ain't taking no bookings, I've been scheduling hits
Don't tell R who said shit, get the messenger stretched
Love you and still whacking you, the devil exists
Mortal Kombat killings, you signed a contract with us
You ain't ready to die, don't come in contact with us
Right now, I own my publishing and projects, nigga
Big R, I paid triple just to drop that nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell
Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell
I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again
A bullet burning leave the sourest smell
No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell
Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell
I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again
A bullet burning leave the sourest smell

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on his BM, ain't gon' tell him 'cause she is
Gon' tell him what we did, ain't gon' tell him where I live
She damn near in love 'cause I'm better than he is
That cheddar really big, I go legend with the dick
You hoppin' in my beef, so we gon' hop right on your ass
Tryna swat them bitches down, brodie done popped him in his hand
Remember when you called my phone tryna borrow pants?
How that ain't make your story, since you poppin' on the 'Gram?
Last wish was a death wish, scratchin' my checklist
My nigga gotta eat, so he'll whack you for breakfast
One time for the silly-ass bitches that left me
Last thing I need from a bitch is suggestions
I was lookin' at the reaper, he was fuckin' up my features
Hate fuckin' with rappers, they be fuckin' up my features
Paranoid as hell, ain't been fuckin' with my people
I just thank God I was fuckin' on this demon

[Chorus]
No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell
Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell
I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again
A bullet burning leave the sourest smell
No codefendant, bitch, you probably'd tell
Stay out my kitchen, bitch, it's hotter than Hell
I had a nightmare, niggas popped me again
A bullet burning leave the sourest smell