Breezy 3

Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's like, at this point)
Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah (Ayo Ian)

I've been getting to the muhfucking money, don't know what you've been up to
I really think it's funny, competition getting too comfortable
Back then, I ain't have shit to my name but now I got way too much here to do
Bitch, I ain't got time to be fucking with you (No)
On my way to the top (Let's go)
We in that muhfucking drop top-top (Oh, yeah)
And your bitch give me slop top-top (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Me and my niggas going way too fast-fast-fast, hell no, can't stop-stop-stop
Hold up, gang, there's an opp-opp-opp
Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt)
Yeah, we aiming at your top-top-top
XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop
We gon' get shit busting, call up, we gon' get your addy', It's nothing
This shit magic, I turn nothing into something, yeah, yeah
The way she suck me, man, this shit so fucking lovely, yeah, yeah

You not sipping lean, sip Tussing (Tussin')
Yeah, we sipping on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot

Get to it, bitch love cock-cock-cock, yeah, hm, ha-ha-ha
(Bitch just love, bitch just love cock, yeah, haha)
Girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky)
Shoutout my flees, yeah
Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah (Phew)
Shawty, please, yeah
She love me and my cheese, yeah
Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah
Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah
Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah

Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screaming
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screaming
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap

You not sipping lean, sip Tussing (Tussin')
Yeah, we sipping on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot