Big Scarr – Fantasy Lyrics

Fantasy Lyrics by Big Scarr (feat. Offset)

(Ayo Bandplay)
Woah, woah, let’s go, let’s go
Woah, woah, let’s go, let’s go
Uh, uh, woah, woah, woah, woah

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it, man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin’ (Nah)
This rappin’ shit wasn’t my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)
If I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money, I count it romantically

Get to the money, keep stackin’ it
Me fallin’ off, no, I can’t see that happenin’
Wanna see mama ‘nem living happily
House in the hills, that bitch look like a factory
Ran it up, I expanded my salary
Reach for these chains, turn the show to a tragedy
My grandma been sayin’ I’m a masterpiece
Foot on they neck, no, these n***** can’t handle me
I’m a king, yeah, they call me, “Your majesty”
Gotta move smart ’cause them folks tryna hassle me
I remember when my teachers doubted me
Now I pop shit on the school and the faculty
Space coupe with no roof, see the galaxy
I hit your bitch from the back on the balcony, uh
AR-15, it shoot rapidly
Tryna hit something, no, I’m not with the cappery (Nah)
N**** know I’m on top with the rappin’ shit
Tryna knock me out my spot, I ain’t havin’ it
Yeah, I used to be broke, now I’m havin’ it
Drip every day in they face like a mannequin
If I up, I’ma shoot, I ain’t panickin’
I chase the Perc’ with the Wock’ tryna balance it
I fucked her and her friend on some manish shit
If she find out it’s collateral damage

I see a opp and I damage him (Opp)
7.62, he a pack like some cannabis (He a pack)
Private the jet when I’m landin’ it (Jet)
I want my money right now, I’m demandin’ it (Now)
I was the one on the block that was handlin’
Mama was panickin’, fresh like a mannequin
Packs in the cabinet, diamonds is candlelit
Dracs with the switches, someone call the ambulance (Grrah)
OG my drip like some cameras and drones
I walk out the house and I put that shit on (Put it on)
Smell the cologne, Comme Des GarÇons (Guess)
Patek two-toned, that show that I’m grown (Grown)
I’m havin’ cash, I don’t need a loan (Cash)
Look at my bitch, see bad to the bone (Bad)
Look at her wrist, she got skeleton bones (Skeleton)
‘Fore I was on, I would spin on my own (Hey)
Back to back ‘Lambos and Maybachs, I’m creepin’ (Skirt)
She see a star, want a picture, I freeze her (Freeze)
My bitch don’t be fuckin’ with that shit, she a diva (Nah)
I know these thottie lil’ bitches be evil (Evil)
We send the shots like injectin’ a needle (Bow)
Runnin’ up the hundred racks, trap like a speaker (Racks)
She a bad bitch got her own, she a keeper (Keeper)
Dope boy, dope boy, Forgies on a Regal (Dope)
Ho boy, you was on the field cheerleadin’ (Ho)
Five, me, and Richard when I walk up out a meetin’ (Yes sir)
Five on a Richard and it’s goin’ up immediately (Uh)
Get it back, repeat, fuck her then delete it (Go)
Pull up in a ‘Ghini, man, I used to be a needy (Skrrt)
Gotta get your money, but you never be greedy (Racks)
Magic like a genie, I can beat it when I meet it (Beat it)
I’m heated, let the choppa sing like Aaliyah (Ayy)

Fantasy Lyrics by Big Scarr (feat. Offset)

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