Big Dreams by Atticboyys Lyrics
[Verse 1: EzP]
Ohh
Yeah
Walking up into your crib pocket rocket
Flexing? boy just stop it (ayy)
Pullup on you like Versace (ayy, yeah)
Medusa head on me
Me and all my young boys
Big dreams
Big toys
Mayweather Floyd
Right hook on God (ayy)
Pull up on me pistol pow
Hooked up that chick she like wow (yeah)
And its my Reugar like growl (ohh)
And its my Reugar like growl
Pump all these fronts its like wow (yeah)
Twelve ruin all the fun (yeah)
Oh yeah I ride with a gun
Oh yeah I ride with a gun!
[Verse 2: Rev]
Big Dreams
Still trying to figure out what life means
In the studio smoking light green
Bald headed man this shit so clean (yeah)
On the streets of Northside always strapped with a gat
Got a slim bitch in the rari ass is so fat
White boy hard lyrics
Just trying to rap
Don't play with me boy
'cause the gang will attack
Like tiger in the studio
Not even t'd up
Last night I blew zeros
Swear to God it was luck
Twelve rolled in the house
I was trying to duck
Drizzy type shit
We are so charged up
[Verse 3: EzP]
Yeah my name's EzP
And I got bitches galore
And they say I ain't shit
But I am much more
If you see me in the street just call me A.T
Eazy-E type flow and I'm rolling with P
Posted in the alley with a draco
I can never fuck with no fake hoe
Mr. Keef? more like so-so
Skipping concerts he a no-show
In the back of the show
I've got hella blow
Four door avalon for the pro
Patriot superbowl
I get that shit for the low
Nah, she ain't really no hoe (yeah)
Nah, she ain't really no hoe
Gotta go switch up my flow
It's a show
If he calls me I'll go
If you know then you know
Big dreams
Big gains
On this shit
Call it can't
Cash in the bank (yeah)
Pull up and my dog go bark (yeah)
Money from like it's Ozark (yeah)
Bad bitch
Cold heart
Big dreams
Going somewhere up on the scene
Finna go pop on a bean
And you know I'm on the scene (what?)
And you know I'm off the scene (yeah)
And you know I'm off a bean
I cannot roll up in peace (yeah)
I keep that strap up on me
Leave me alone
Lil Karl Malone (ayy, yeah)
[Verse 4: Rev]
When I walk into the room
You'd better come to attention
Said my name was Rev
And she started undressing
Took her into the other room
And we got to the messing
Gucci popo rolled up
Everyone started stressing
I am only 15
I am not ready for the this
My heart is racing now
This shit is so ludicrous
Not ready for the opps
To put the ice on my wrist
If I make or break now
It's a good chance I won't miss
Don't talk to me no I will not give you my name
I keep praying that there's nothing left in my vains
My heart is pounding out of my chest
I was ready to die
Ready to call my mom and dad
And tell them this is goodbye
[Verse 5: EzP]
Ayy
'cause I don't fuck with you
And I got big dreams
Holding onto this shit by the seams
Atticboyys 'boutta be big
Yeah this shit is so sick
Pull a roll and pick
And its EzP on the beat
Dirty J in a seat
Shooting skeet
Selling hella heat heat (yeah)
With a beat beat beat beat beat beat beat (yeah)
With a beat beat
Big dreams
London cream
Big team
See, this shit is the theme
White on white color scheme
Peach ice cream (yeah)
And I still rep on supreme
Akademe
Balance beam
Clotted cream (ohh yeah)
Sea bream
Sipping on lean
And it's a whole hockey team (ohh, yeah)
Three-thousand bullet like walkup
Call me little Zorb (yeah)
He built up like Korb
Nah this ain't really no sneak diss
Yeah rocket piss
Clink the fist
[Outro: EzP]
That the whole beat?
Aight bet
Buddy come here
Ohh
Yeah
Walking up into your crib pocket rocket
Flexing? boy just stop it (ayy)
Pullup on you like Versace (ayy, yeah)
Medusa head on me
Me and all my young boys
Big dreams
Big toys
Mayweather Floyd
Right hook on God (ayy)
Pull up on me pistol pow
Hooked up that chick she like wow (yeah)
And its my Reugar like growl (ohh)
And its my Reugar like growl
Pump all these fronts its like wow (yeah)
Twelve ruin all the fun (yeah)
Oh yeah I ride with a gun
Oh yeah I ride with a gun!
[Verse 2: Rev]
Big Dreams
Still trying to figure out what life means
In the studio smoking light green
Bald headed man this shit so clean (yeah)
On the streets of Northside always strapped with a gat
Got a slim bitch in the rari ass is so fat
White boy hard lyrics
Just trying to rap
Don't play with me boy
'cause the gang will attack
Like tiger in the studio
Not even t'd up
Last night I blew zeros
Swear to God it was luck
Twelve rolled in the house
I was trying to duck
Drizzy type shit
We are so charged up
[Verse 3: EzP]
Yeah my name's EzP
And I got bitches galore
And they say I ain't shit
But I am much more
If you see me in the street just call me A.T
Eazy-E type flow and I'm rolling with P
Posted in the alley with a draco
I can never fuck with no fake hoe
Mr. Keef? more like so-so
Skipping concerts he a no-show
In the back of the show
I've got hella blow
Four door avalon for the pro
Patriot superbowl
I get that shit for the low
Nah, she ain't really no hoe (yeah)
Nah, she ain't really no hoe
Gotta go switch up my flow
It's a show
If he calls me I'll go
If you know then you know
Big dreams
Big gains
On this shit
Call it can't
Cash in the bank (yeah)
Pull up and my dog go bark (yeah)
Money from like it's Ozark (yeah)
Bad bitch
Cold heart
Big dreams
Going somewhere up on the scene
Finna go pop on a bean
And you know I'm on the scene (what?)
And you know I'm off the scene (yeah)
And you know I'm off a bean
I cannot roll up in peace (yeah)
I keep that strap up on me
Leave me alone
Lil Karl Malone (ayy, yeah)
[Verse 4: Rev]
When I walk into the room
You'd better come to attention
Said my name was Rev
And she started undressing
Took her into the other room
And we got to the messing
Gucci popo rolled up
Everyone started stressing
I am only 15
I am not ready for the this
My heart is racing now
This shit is so ludicrous
Not ready for the opps
To put the ice on my wrist
If I make or break now
It's a good chance I won't miss
Don't talk to me no I will not give you my name
I keep praying that there's nothing left in my vains
My heart is pounding out of my chest
I was ready to die
Ready to call my mom and dad
And tell them this is goodbye
[Verse 5: EzP]
Ayy
'cause I don't fuck with you
And I got big dreams
Holding onto this shit by the seams
Atticboyys 'boutta be big
Yeah this shit is so sick
Pull a roll and pick
And its EzP on the beat
Dirty J in a seat
Shooting skeet
Selling hella heat heat (yeah)
With a beat beat beat beat beat beat beat (yeah)
With a beat beat
Big dreams
London cream
Big team
See, this shit is the theme
White on white color scheme
Peach ice cream (yeah)
And I still rep on supreme
Akademe
Balance beam
Clotted cream (ohh yeah)
Sea bream
Sipping on lean
And it's a whole hockey team (ohh, yeah)
Three-thousand bullet like walkup
Call me little Zorb (yeah)
He built up like Korb
Nah this ain't really no sneak diss
Yeah rocket piss
Clink the fist
[Outro: EzP]
That the whole beat?
Aight bet
Buddy come here