BreezyVsBreezo

(I feel like this shit gon' touch the streets in a different way)

(It's that George Durbin shit)

(Still ridin' 'round servin' that Iceman Edition shit)

(You dig?)

(Haha, out of they season)

Yeah, ****, ayy

I know a couple bitches wanna do me

Ridin' in the Benz with toolie, high as Cooley

Doonah, man, some goofy, cake like talking to me, huh

I'm a drill legend, huh

Weapons when I'm present, Glocks and Westerns

Automatic sevens, tweakin' Papa Reverend, huh

And we the real steppers, most these **** with me reckless, huh

And bitches asking if we strapped like it's a trick question, huh

It's not a trick question, huh

I got this bitch on me, ****

And we don't like them ****, bitch, fuck yo' homie

Aim at his noodle, let it crack and spit his raggathony, huh

My old head'll fap you down just like James Toney, huh

Bitch, don't call me Tony, huh

And the stew fresh out the trot-pockets fat as Rollie, yeah

From that Zeus shit, huh

Extra two clips, ridin' 'round with two glicks, huh

**** see me out in public and don't do shit, huh

Bitch, you drunk as fuck, huh

That shit smoky, old big worm, I got it in my cup

**** out here beefin' over bitches 'cause they poor as fuck, huh

Get to trippin' in the club and get a **** jumped, huh

This ten milli' tucked

For one, I ain't never let another **** buy my chain

For two, you **** love bein' sun and it's a damn shame

For three, and I ain't gotta drop a song for bitches, I'm sellin' thangs

For four, they like that Rod Wave, ****, bitch, I'm sellin' pain

I got a GLE-63 AMG kit

A broke bum-ass bitch ain't never seen this

My great granny said she ain't never seen these mini-grits

366, 59th, straight from the '6

Brizzo, Curtis, Mayfield, I'm the pusher, man

If she ain't wanna give up her number, I'll fuck her sister, then

**** know me, get a P, it's the Bo man

If I can't get a man, I bet my ho can

At Pac Touchdown, we throwin' symbols like Zoltan

****, **** ain't ever seen, 'Dude, where's my car?'

I say, 'My first hit, I came with a pump like I'm Joe Budden'

I swear to God, man, these **** here, they ain't know nothin'

I woke up and socked him in his shit, it won't be no touchin'

Pistols with us, **** singin' like David Williams

I heard you **** broke as fuck, I'm tryna tap you in

His homie owe me a couple thousand, so I fapped his man

We sellin' pussies in the, right out of Vans

I'm playin' with them grains 'bout a fox like this Saturn

For one, I ain't never let another **** buy my chain

For two, you **** love bein' thin and it's a damn shame

For three, and I ain't gotta drop a song for, bitch, I'm sellin' thangs

For four, and like that Rod Wave, ****, bitch, I'm sellin' pain