"BreezyVsBreezo" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
(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, nigga, 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 niggas 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, nigga
And we don't like them niggas, 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
Niggas 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
Niggas out here beefin' over bitches 'cause they poor as fuck, huh
Get to trippin' in the club and get a nigga jumped, huh
This ten milli' tucked
For one, I ain't never let another nigga buy my chain
For two, you niggas 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, nigga, 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
Niggas 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
Nigga, niggas 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 niggas here, they ain't know nothin'
I woke up and socked him in his shit, it won't be no touchin'
Pistols with us, niggas singin' like David Williams
I heard you niggas 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 nigga buy my chain
For two, you niggas 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, nigga, bitch, I'm sellin' pain
(It's that George Durbin shit)
(Still ridin' 'round servin' that Iceman Edition shit)
(You dig?)
(Haha, out of they season)
Yeah, nigga, 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 niggas 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, nigga
And we don't like them niggas, 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
Niggas 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
Niggas out here beefin' over bitches 'cause they poor as fuck, huh
Get to trippin' in the club and get a nigga jumped, huh
This ten milli' tucked
For one, I ain't never let another nigga buy my chain
For two, you niggas 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, nigga, 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
Niggas 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
Nigga, niggas 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 niggas here, they ain't know nothin'
I woke up and socked him in his shit, it won't be no touchin'
Pistols with us, niggas singin' like David Williams
I heard you niggas 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 nigga buy my chain
For two, you niggas 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, nigga, bitch, I'm sellin' pain
