Clutch Tek lintowe & Dream Caster (Ft. ​Ricky Chix)

[Intro: Dream Caster]
Truly Scandinavia
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: Dream Caster]
Yeah, I don't sell much
I just keep for everybody
Head on mine
I sell pot just to get what I want
She's so nice just to get what she want
I pull up with the- just to see what he on
And I don't talk much
And I smoke too much
And I feel too much
Yeah, the percs come clutch

[Verse 1: ricky chix]
Words of a book
Shawty got a clutch
Never came with a plan
Still turned up without a gun
[?]
[?] wrist
Used to hittin licks
She been going around these kids
I been living in her basement
We were in her [?]
[?] up
[?]
Fucked up
'Cause the percs come in clutch
[?]
[?]
Burn it up