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