CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Beatbox Bday Freestyle
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Yeah
Might off yourself for a little huncho then my migos taking off (Migo)
New pack, smoke it like Covid
Guarantee it'll make you cough
I put this tiger on his wood
Now he say he like playing golf (Mhm)
They keep eating up the drip, I ain't even get to taste the sauce
What the f*ck they really on?
Still the best like Giveon
Married money, not Christiana but my last name should be Milian (Million)
From the Chi Town, put my city on
Pretty jawn got bars, ain't worried bout silly bonds (Never)
Bitches out here talking all that big shit till that stimmy gonе
Need 8 figures in the bank to match my silhouettе (Yeah)
Bragging bout that p*ssy
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet
Real bitch down to the moan, I ain't running if I can't feel it yet
LOL, these bitches slow if they think we beefing on the internet
I get into that
All these bitches say they street, and they ain't even got no block
How you real tryna come at Dreez, but still be praising all these thots?
These diamonds on me keep on dancing but they don't do no Tik Tok
You ain't no stepper, I send out shots
Turn your Balenciaga's into Crocs
I'm a big dog like a dalmatian and she tryna take my spot
Thinking you tough off that Don Julio, we'll send 42 shots
Told that nigga he don't tote a rod then he can't get inside of this box
I might seem like I'm Flavor Flav
I'm finna go buy a bigger clock (Bitch)
Stepping on these bitches like they roaches (Ugh)
We don't fly, I'm coachless
I went from being posted, now I'm on posters (I'm up)
Your whole team light, need to fly all in your coaches
Chanel on all my broaches
Big facts in my raps, I ain't even posted (Big Dreez)
Number 1 and not the 2, 3
New body up in a two piece
And paper like it's loose leaf
And what? I do the most
5 star meal, come chew a goat
We cool, I don't do the posting
I let em know that through the door (No pictures)
Want smoke? Then shoot the loaf
Got hitters but I ain't too lit to blow
I got banks like I'm Desi, now come tell me who the joke?
In a brand new (?) yeah I'm talking bout 3 floor shit
Now they say we related
Bitch, I ain't your sis!
Y'all ain't my motherf*cking kin
Bitch, y'all ain't even my motherf*cking friend
And like I been saying-
It's Big Dreez to a little bitch
It been that, it's still that
Big motherf*cking problem (The real one)
You already know I got the gang with me
I hit the booth and I feel like-
I don't even see y'all hoes, like where y'all at?
Where the f*ck y'all at?
I don't see you
Big Dreez in the motherf*cking building
You know I'mma gonna talk my shit every time
My birthday in 5 days
It's Aries season, bitch
Big Dreez
Yeah
Might off yourself for a little huncho then my migos taking off (Migo)
New pack, smoke it like Covid
Guarantee it'll make you cough
I put this tiger on his wood
Now he say he like playing golf (Mhm)
They keep eating up the drip, I ain't even get to taste the sauce
What the f*ck they really on?
Still the best like Giveon
Married money, not Christiana but my last name should be Milian (Million)
From the Chi Town, put my city on
Pretty jawn got bars, ain't worried bout silly bonds (Never)
Bitches out here talking all that big shit till that stimmy gonе
Need 8 figures in the bank to match my silhouettе (Yeah)
Bragging bout that p*ssy
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet
Real bitch down to the moan, I ain't running if I can't feel it yet
LOL, these bitches slow if they think we beefing on the internet
I get into that
All these bitches say they street, and they ain't even got no block
How you real tryna come at Dreez, but still be praising all these thots?
These diamonds on me keep on dancing but they don't do no Tik Tok
You ain't no stepper, I send out shots
Turn your Balenciaga's into Crocs
I'm a big dog like a dalmatian and she tryna take my spot
Thinking you tough off that Don Julio, we'll send 42 shots
Told that nigga he don't tote a rod then he can't get inside of this box
I might seem like I'm Flavor Flav
I'm finna go buy a bigger clock (Bitch)
Stepping on these bitches like they roaches (Ugh)
We don't fly, I'm coachless
I went from being posted, now I'm on posters (I'm up)
Your whole team light, need to fly all in your coaches
Chanel on all my broaches
Big facts in my raps, I ain't even posted (Big Dreez)
Number 1 and not the 2, 3
New body up in a two piece
And paper like it's loose leaf
And what? I do the most
5 star meal, come chew a goat
We cool, I don't do the posting
I let em know that through the door (No pictures)
Want smoke? Then shoot the loaf
Got hitters but I ain't too lit to blow
I got banks like I'm Desi, now come tell me who the joke?
In a brand new (?) yeah I'm talking bout 3 floor shit
Now they say we related
Bitch, I ain't your sis!
Y'all ain't my motherf*cking kin
Bitch, y'all ain't even my motherf*cking friend
And like I been saying-
It's Big Dreez to a little bitch
It been that, it's still that
Big motherf*cking problem (The real one)
You already know I got the gang with me
I hit the booth and I feel like-
I don't even see y'all hoes, like where y'all at?
Where the f*ck y'all at?
I don't see you
Big Dreez in the motherf*cking building
You know I'mma gonna talk my shit every time
My birthday in 5 days
It's Aries season, bitch
Big Dreez
