Intro: (DW Tin)
Hop in a Tesla
Let me drive
You can never seize the vibe
All my whips green 
They my slimes
Exhaust clean, pull up gentle 
Fry
Those tires like I’m mental
Fly
In my Civic through the night
Grab her by her tights
Don’t say it’s wrong
You know it feels so right

Verse: (DW Mich)
I’m movin thru Cally, she gave me the addy
I butcher her daddy, low ridin in a caddy
I’m not paying for the cab 
We cooking the beats in the lab
Ye she gave me the head 
Try and peak into my bag
She wearing Gucci with Fendi 
She came really handy
Vlone necklace purple diamonds be landing 
Me and my gang Vlone thuggin’
These ugly bitches we ain’t hugging 
She on meds she really buggin’
And she fucks with the feds
Kick that bitch off my land

Bridge: (DW Mich)
Eat her out like fast food
She really taste good
When I’m done I clean it with a mop
Bitch wanna steal my guap
Rich eating toast with the guac
In the booth on lock

Verse: (DW Tin)
I 
Live
Every inch of this bitch 
Called life
Pop a bottle to ignite
Smoking double pack
Get that money stacked
Got thots in city left & right
Boss shit
We ain’t other guys
Pimping like I’m Eazy E up in his prime
Looking hella basic ‘till I rhyme
Bitches be hating
For features not paying
Not better than DreaWers, just saying
Slaughter her back when she laying
The fuck yall doin? 
Stop playing
Hop on our wave and stop playing
Slovenian scene needs to be saved
Taking this task to my grave
Buzz off, you not really brave
Wanna clique with the Winners?
You need miles in this game
Check my rap dash
Slash grind mixed with cash hash 
Spark this hoe ‘till I backlash
Turn it into ash pass 
Blunts 
But I’m not sharing my bags, racks (send’em back to bank
damn)
All I want is respect
My shows to get packed
Always count on my spazz
DreaWers deliver the gas

Cally

Apple Music

Cally (prod. SiM & MICH Screw)

Verse: (DW Tin)
(AY AY)
I get the bag
Get the sack
Talk shit we find you A$AP
Make money and then get it back (bitch, what, yeah, huh)
I’m sippin’ that purple, that lean
Smoking on green
Hop in the Beamer, this bitch gonna spin
Doors suicidal, we pull out that beam
Pray to the God if you leave me on seen
My time and your time not be in sync
Fuck what you listen
We better than that
This Circle of BOSSES
You just middle man
Cut my connections
With all of you rats
Hyping shit up though that really be trash
If she a mami you know I'm gonna smash
Writing on SiM’s beats, feel like I’m Flash
Lookin around me they want me to crash
But fuck all that bullshit
I hit me some gas
Fuck all that bullshit
I smoke me some thrax
Gave a fuck about you but now Imma flex

Bridge: (DW Mich)
Yea this beat real sauced up
Told Tin we gotta boss up
Beef with us you get tossed up
Blunts long like a cobra
Stretch her out like yoga
Looking thick in fashionnova

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Ye she looking thick in fashionnova
Slidin like a motherfucker you ready to pay me?
I pull up with marty at your party
She give me the sloppy 
She give me the molly
We so slick, rick, can’t stop ballin’ 
I gave her the dick she can’t stop callin’
She really stallin’ lil hoe
I put her into friendzone, gave her the best bone
Never smokin’ alone, munchie hittin’ where’s the snacks bro
She saw me as bait, losers throwing the hate
Wait huh huh
Let’s go on date huh huh
I am to blame huh huh
Cuz she always late (what what)
I need to wait (what what)
For money to rain (rain rain)
Fuck the fame (its lit)
Let’s do a race (race race)

Sauced Out

Sauced Out (prod. SiM)

Hook: (DW Tin)
Peace was never a state of mind
All I ever do is grind, smoke it up
I just get fly
Gas, latinas by my side
All I wanna see are smiles
1260 be my side
Steady mobbing, X-Files
Now we blowing to the sky
Bass be kicking side to side
Shorty thick, she really fine
Better get your ass in line if you wanna spend my time
Take a ride with my Honda ya you could never die
When I switch that nitro on she gonn’ lose her fucking mind

Verse: (DW Tin)
Where I’m at?
Bitch I’m in Ljubljana
With that cama
Tryna hit you mama
Condone no credit only gwalla
Sparco Gamma 
On my fuckin Lamma 
About this trap you know nada
Rode wave just for clout
Fire back with lava sound
We them finest rap cloud
My hood never switch up
Only win
Committing sin
Smoking green
Sippin’ purple drink
On the sink fuck some P!nk
Tell your friend I’m tryna link
It's cold outside but I’m in spring
So much yay it fucking stinks
Bricks on bricks I’m building quick
I'm too high yeah I'm on peak
Been lost so bother not to seek
Forget about pain
Heal with gain
Losing sane  
Purple rain
Said she unsatisfied
Replied “4 real ?”
This how you feel ?
Just gotta know you down to deal 
I'm here to love and grind
But be aware that

Hook: (DW Tin)
Peace was never a state of mind
All I ever do is grind, smoke it up
I just get fly
Gas, latinas by my side
All I wanna see are smiles
1260 be my side
Steady mobbing, X-Files
Now we blowing to the sky
Bass be kicking side to side
Shorty thick, she really fine
Better get your ass in line if you wanna spend my time
Take a ride with my Honda ya you could never die
When I switch that nitro on she gonn’ lose her fucking mind

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Double cup ready to take me out (like a light)
So high need to fuck that ass (yea yea tonight)
Why is that shit so bright like a fucking light
Roll another one blow it to the fucking sky
Flyin through the universe with a UFO
So many pills inside of me
Which ones? I don’t know 
My body shiverin’ I’m cold like the floor
I’m gonna be fine just draw me a line of snow

State Of Mind

State Of Mind (prod. SiM)

Intro: (DW Tin)
Sing me
I’m thirsty for the might
Vision blurry
With my eyes
Can’t decide
This a dream 
Or is it real life ?

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me 
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse: (DW Mich)
Drippin in cheese get the keys to your bitches pussy (sheesh)
My gang don’t do broke knees got them double Gs
Drippin in them LVs brand new jeans
100 G's on my bank account put it in her mouth now take it please pretty please
She going loca and she love the sosa
And I broke her fucking heart
Aim at her tits like I’m shooting darts
Drop top cruising through the city like I’m gloriosa
Shooting for the stars is legendary 
Rest in peace to Pop (Smoke!)
Flying to the moon cuz I’m on that spice
Got pneumonia from all this ice
And we all laced up can’t see the faces
This song will take you to whole lotta places

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey 
She too spicy
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
Sky be looking bright
Chilling in Calabasas
Then we fly 
Life’s on fleek day & night
Tell me what you want
Let's kick it right
They gonna hate but it’s alright
Everybody wanna get a piece of pie
But they ain't got this piece of mind
My stress somewhere outta sight
I'm a G 
Keep it tight
Ain no crime
We young and wild
Fucked up many times
Redemption’s not my style
Hating on me
But they cannot stop my grind
Even at my prime
See me strive
On everything
That brings me back
To old times

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip 
Unload me like a clip

2 Spicy (prod. SiM)

Verse: (DW Tin)
Ay ay
I go loud like mothafucka
that just lost his sanity
Never check myself
Because I barely feel you're feeling me
Panicking
Shrooms and dirty wine gonn' blur the managing
She panting like a whale 
Attract hoes, call me gravity
Get in your lane
I ain't tryna deal with you & your parenting
Shining like a star with no ice, colder than humanity
Take what you can, give nothing back
Worthless planning it
Selling it
I don't need her anymore
That pussy shallowing
Better than the rest
There’s no reason to go and capping it
Block just spat me out in purest form 
Guess rap is my profanity
Multiple my words with bars
Scars I got from battling
Flying with my gang to Mars
We don't fuck with your energy
Ruthless 'till I change my mind
Then I’ll turn to the charity
By that I mean give rap a chance
To recover from my brutality

Hook: (DW Mich)
Stop it
Cock it
I gotta fucking pop it
Now I gotta catch a body
I’m not even sorry
I shoot up your party

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Smokin in a booth like I’m Boosie
She wanna suck me Like I’m Uzi
Rollin in a jacuzzi 
Bought her some ice now she feeling boujee
Gotta spoil her I know she not a groupie
Livin this life it feels like a movie
So many drugs I feel like a pharmacy 
So much gold I’m only fucking farming it
Stole your bitch I put a cock in her
Hit your homeboy I put a fucking glock in him

Hook: (DW Mich)
Stop it
Cock it
I gotta fucking pop it
Now I gotta catch a body
I’m not even sorry
I shoot up your party

Outro: (DW Mich)
Party breaker pop a molly than I go retarded
She gonna show me how is she the smartest
How is she the smartest
How is she the smartest

Not Even Sorry

Not Even Sorry (prod. SiM)

Verse: (DW Tin)
Fuck all that bullshit u heard
Put my choppa You end up in dirt
Clean sprite? nah
We sipping on mud
Shorty from Texas she suck me real good
I do that shit and u sticking like a gum
Crack your head with a bottle of rum
Lookin’ real dumb boy you bout to get sum
See me in public just pass and say nun
Snatch your chain and sell it for bricks
Orchestra in back ye whole lotta sticks
Call paramedics and not the police
Flip the mattress, reach for my piece
Fall asleep I got no peace

Verse 2: (DreaWers)
My gun smooth like it’s running on grease
Shells hot like they coming from Greece
Thotties exotic, they came overseas 
She looks hotter than Obama’s niece
My gun is silent like arrows
Shooting sideways I’m Sparrow
Heard ya shit ya shit was mellow 
Leak that shit like it’s a demo

Verse 3: (DW Mich)
Pull up on a bitch at a party
She lookin pretty like Ashanti
Bust on her face I see my army
Cruise in my sexy rarri
Ignorant I’m going rowdy
Smoking room is pretty cloudy
His blood is on a pavement 
Got a gun ain’t gotta aim it
Wanna fuck I need a payment
Hide his body in a basement 
This is not for entertainment 
Feds searching my location 
They will never find my placement 
Blowin’ up their fuckin’ station

Rowdy (prod. SiM)

Verse : (DW Tin)
Sliding through the five
Crank the volume up
To the sky
Everybody smelling that I’m high
Buzzin’ like a hive
Summer time
Smell of her perfume on my tights
Keeps my spirit light
Dark thoughts gathering inside me
But I’m feeling bright
I can’t even lie
System be too fried
I'm gonna live it up
Sleeping on my demons
Keep them outta sight
Cursed in every piece of mind
Stay right here in silence
I wanna be romanticized
So much pressure been applied
In my teenage life 
Took it all in one take
You can see it in my eyes
Begging for the old days
I’m not even in my prime
Silver veil separates me from the void in the night
Losing my connections with this world
But I ain’t picking suicide
Keep on saying my name
When I move out to the other side
How come they all look alike?
They ask when never asking why
How to triumph from this fight?
Lost at day so I chase the night
Turn this money to my bride
I’m just done with all goodbyes
Lock myself in myself
Until I know I'm feeling right
You are the one who saw me naked in the dark when all was bright

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Roll another one SiM roll another one
Roll another one so it can get peaceful
So we forget before it was all lethal
Ride around town with a cruiser
Feeling like a loser
But it’s sunny outside
Feelin better and better every night
This shit was mandatory 
That we building ourselves
Acknowledging
Knowledge is needed for new levels
Swimmin no need of paddles
Shit too easy snatching all gold medals
Baby let’s get high now
Baby let’s get hype now
Baby let’s get high now
Baby let’s get hype now

Back To The Madness

Light It Up (prod. SiM & MICH Screw)

Verse: (DW Mich)
I can appreciate old rappers new rappers 
When DreaWers came to the game
Y'all called us mumble rappers 
This song to prove them wrong
Listen to me closely 
I’m trying to show it off 
My only goal: to kill y'all
To become the G. O. A. T. and look from the top
To snatch y'all awards steal your shows
I belittle them hoes tasting like cinnamon rolls
Started spitting I came to rumble
Went throughout to much to be humble
Here to eat you up, I’m the mother fucking punk
Stuff you in the trunk
Influenced by God, Kanye West 
VVS on your teeth but you fam can’t even eat
Stressed out I can see
Throwin synonyms randomly
They actin like kids don’t even know what that means
Childish little bitch sit down 
And say your preach

Hook: (DW Mich)
Name came from Dreaming about Winning
Hungry for the fame, ready for the grind
This is the begging, my mind is heaven
Lay out all the pain issa blessings

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
It ain't easy escaping the gutter
Especially after getting kicked out by your own mother
Bad thoughts summon
Used to be a baller
Cozy life former
Friendly touches turn formal
Homies started acting paranormal
No kush to make you feel warmer
Becoming thief or a gunner
Gonna get you closer to the last supper
Drugs upper your mind
But turn you into loner
Suddenly feeling lower
When you realize that your youth’s over
Outcast how long?
That depends
If you willing to leave your past
I pray for everyone in this mess

Hook: (DW Mich)
Name came from Dreaming about Winning
Hungry for the fame, ready for the grind
This is the begging, my mind is heaven
Lay out all the pain issa blessings

Verse 3: (DW Tin)
Slide for my G’s , kill to be free
That’s what you get for being PIE
My block hot like 223
Getting ready homie
Can't you hear the rim?
Shit levitating, is above the rim
I ain't rapping if it ain't from SiM
Light the blunt 
Oil her like it's glim
Feeding cats with my sin
I can never go unseen
Switching forms as you blink
Might just add another link
Got no ice only bling
Might just catch another body
I'm killing from within
You gave up before u risked
One mistake and you dipped
0 shot 
All them missed
Gotta try
Never leak
My clique only dreaming big
Going off the grid
Feed my mind with your greed
Hustling 'till I make it big
And so goes for my team (Bitch)

Outro: (DW Mich)
(Let me speak)
Stay humble but can’t fit into rap bubble
Keep the hustle,listen to your main muscle
Stay humble but can’t fit into rap bubble
Keep the hustle,listen to your main muscle

True Hunger

True Hunger (prod. SiM)

Intro: (DW Tin)
Wow wow woow 
WooW
WOOOW
WOOOOOW!
Yeah, we crashed

Hook: (DreaWers)
Grey ass T-shirt, smokin’ on swishers
Fuck on your bitch she be calling me mister
Yellin’ like pitchers, fuckin’ on bitches
Step in a party they playing my bridges
Matrix got glitches, he a trickster
Gas be too strong I'm seeing 3 digits
Rollies got riches, we got richer
Try as you want, can’t catch my feelings

Verse : (DW Tin)
Better don't test me
I come from the buildings
When we shoot on sight 
All my homies be fearless
Don't fuck with this choppas
My barrel the cleanest
Kill phonies on mics
Leave your bitch do the cleaning
I feel like I'm Maxo 
I'm keeping it real
My money expanding
But I signed no deal
They call me Big Tin
Because I eats the Lils
Pop me a perky
And I ain't talking bout pills
You poor ass bitchas boi
Get your shit up
Don't act like you don't know wassup
Heard your shit & I nodded off
Me and brotha got it locked 
Ye we back in blood
How many problems you got Tin?
A lot 
But a bitch ain't one
I be going back to back
Until my momma say I'm blessed
Drop outta school but I’m gonna pass
All this shit got me stressed
Gotta get gassed
Wake up outta ya sleep
Or we gonna get you wrecked (prrra)

Hook: (DreaWers)
Grey ass tshirt, smokin’ on swishers
Fuck on your bitch she be calling me mister
Yellin like pitchers, fuckin on bitches
Step in a party they playing my bridges
Matrix got glitches, he a trickster
Gas be to strong I'm seeing 3 digits
Rollies got riches, we got richer
Try as you want, can’t catch my feelings


Verse 2: (DW Mich)
We got Sprite in our veins lean in our brains
Perc in our livers feeling kinda fearless 
Nicotine in our lungs do it only for funs
To impress our peers
Runinn like dumb deers
What was the deal
Only do it so we can appeal 
Fake impressions all over our faces
Aces in our sleeves
Misery in our souls
God only beholds
How many fake faces we gotta fool to get the role (I don't know)

IDK (prod. SiM)

prod. by SiM (https://www.beatstars.com/simxbeats)
Mixed &Mastered By Me 
All Imma Be Dropping This Year Is Gonna Get Better And Better

DW Mich & DW Tin
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