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'?