Partna you thinkin' you bad, you chasin' somethin' I already had

I know what makes you mad, when she's callin' me papi

I licky licky 'til he sloppy, then she climbs on top me

She said your game is a hurt, your main Breez is a flirt

At the chicken fights I lift her skirt and let the cum squirt

Baby's toes was on the ceilin' while I was cuttin' and killin'

We was toung-kissin', fuckin' whores straight up be peelin'

Even though I wasn't trippin' off that E-pill

The boss that she gave me had me head over heels

She said "Do you miss me?", I said "It's been too long"

She said "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone"

Well it's the weekend, lock the doors baby we ain't leavin'

Licky licky sticky sticky creepin'

All up in the sheets late night freakin'

I dare you to fuck with me when I'm peakin'

I'll leave you cut up, swoll up, bruised and beaten

Because

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

I'm a gangsta ****, what? Breez man delivery

Sittin' on spinners behind tinters, chuckin' purple trees

In the summer Breezies call my number

I'm gettin' boss in a H2 Hummer

With my mouth full of rocks and my pockets full with them stunners

I do my rounds, hit the towns, and I'm back to the stack

I'm dumpin' on that Hypnotic and that Cognac

Incredible hard to set these off, I'm always watchin' my back

In the West when I ride 'cause I'm thuggin' like that

I act a fool with my tool, you don't wanna see that

I don't even wanna be here, I wish Jesus would take me back

Fear is stronger than love in this land of hell

I'm gettin' sick to my stomach, I'm tired of livin' in hell

All my homies gettin' shipped away, boxed off and sent to jail

Lord Breez say a prayer for us young black males

I got a baby on the way, I can't be sittin' in jail

But the hustle never stops, I'm addicted to slangin' rocks

Get you cooked up, whipped down, cut, then re-copped

I'm in the shady eighties, them mirrors are all smudged

Like mirror tint, the smoke's got it covered, it's nothin'

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

This is the take off, I guess the face off

Don't get erased off, I take your mouth off

And get you fucked off, and hit with the sawed off

To make you limp off, you shouldn't have pissed a **** off

It's Mr. Fun Fun Fun, **** I ain't the one

I go upside your head and have your ass speakin' in tongues

Y'all some boosie ass **** and your rhymes are jokes

We ain't never been true partna, homie, friends, or folks

I saw your asses on the block, I knew your asses was knots

Next time you stroll through you gettin' a cheese made rock

I'm a skinny little ****, wearin' 175

But I can trigga and fly, true friend, not a friend

Never eye to eye, in the back of they minds is where my homicide lies

I bet them motherfuckers will have a party if I die

They'll be tryin' to trigga and fly, but why?

You let this rap mislead ya, but now I gots to bleed ya

I give two fucks, you bit the hands that feed ya

I ain't got nothin' to lose, I bust you **** out your shoes

From the 912, to the 510, to the 714, I got family galore

So be careful where you go, speakin' bad on my name bro

'Cause you might get hit (hit), you might get got (got)

And if you act a fool then you might get shot (shot)

BLAOW! Motherfuckers, right in your neck

For talkin' down on the Breez and disrespectin' the West

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Smashin' down your block, bitch call the cops

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E

Vibratin' your house, bitch close your mouth

It's the B-R-double-E-Z-E