BREEZY (part. Neutro Shorty)

Mm-mm
Yeah
Mm-mm
Bitch

And I got guns, forties, acting funny (skrrt!)
My homie moves kilos, hitting hard, all for money (pa-pa-pa)
I wanna have a drippy neck, glorious, Steve Harvey (harvey)
I got pills to cure all those zombies (paw, paw, paw)

My bad homie sells runs like Chris Breezy
I look fly and stack cash like Dreezy (grr)
We leave that ass wide open, and if she's hot, she pees
My dude sells some really trippy shit

Bitches bouncing on the block (check it out), for a few checks, they act like thots (thots)
[?] popping on the block (grr), they'll kill you just for cash (paw)
And not smoking their lives away, trenches look like Baghdad (street shit)
My dude's locked up, prisoner of Alcatraz (hey)

I don't care what they say, we did it this way
I was trapping in the hood, I don't give a damn about their street
Every time time passes, they look more like me
Of all the ones talking, tell me, how many are here? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I got guns, forties, acting funny (gang, gang)
My homie moves kilos, hitting hard, all for money (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I wanna have a drippy neck, glorious, Steve Harvey (uff)
I got pills to cure all those zombies (gang, gang, gang)

My bad homie sells runs like Chris Breezy
I look fly and stack cash like Dreezy (grr, yih, yih)
We leave that ass wide open, and if she's hot, she pees ([?] it up)
My dude sells some really trippy shit, trippy

With the milk, I dress her in white, she looks like a santera (huh)
Rolling in a black Hellcat that looks like a panther (ay)
They talk about being demons and fear the fire (prr)
Neutro with Keo on a track, this sounds like a flag (ah, ey, gang, gang)

I hired some hoes in Alicante, but they brought them from Venezuela (gang, gang)
And when they saw the shiny jewels and tattoos, they already knew who I was (ice)
They saw they were gonna fuck with the goat, and while going doggy style, they took a selfie (clin)
I always keep my shit trimmed to slide in without hair with the ladies

A Rolex and a Cartier on my wrist at the same time (of course)
But I still never arrive on time
Before I empty the clip, you end up in a puddle dead (prr)
Then you hear the reports, the snitches naming Neutro
The crazy mind, bitch

And I got guns, forties, acting funny (skrrt!)
My homie moves kilos, hitting hard, all for money (pa-pa-pa)
I wanna have a drippy neck, glorious, Steve Harvey (harvey)
I got pills to cure all those zombies (boss, boss, boss)

My bad homie sells runs like Chris Breezy
I look fly and stack cash like Dreezy (grr)
We leave that ass wide open, and if she's hot, she pees
My dude sells some really trippy shit