Du Breesh, Du Breesh
Du Breesh, Du Breesh (Yeah)
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Keep it racks, gang got drip
Walk in the spot and we takin' ya bitch
If he got a problem, gon' empty the clip
Du Breesh ain't no shooter, but homie gon' flip, hol' that
Get wet like a treesh
Drivin' the boat, now she all on her knees
Breesh, bag, stupid cash
Baby, I feel like I'm doin' the most
I just want money, power, respect
VVS drip on the chest
It's too much niggas who really got loyalty, I gotta show 'em and give 'em respect
When I get a bag, to take all my dogs out the hood, these haters really gon' be vex
They gon' be watchin' me f*ck up a check
They gon' be watchin' me, 'cause I'm up next
I know some RIPS, I know some Gz, I know some Shines, I know the Maks
I know the Billys, they really move tact
I can not dance with this pole on my lap
I'm in the booth, so I gotta lay back
JoJo won't lack, keep a beam on a strap
So you must take life for a joke
Niggas get killed over clothes, bitches
F*ck with my money get smoked
This is no zo' for a zo', stupid
Run up a check with the bros, f*ck it
She gave me neck with the bros
She want Du Breesh, wine on a dreamer
Shawty got (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Pull up, hop out flexin'
Really might f*ck up a session
Shawty a-treesha
She wanna f*ck with a Breesh, uh
Shawty got problems, she walk in the spot even when I provided the Visa
She got the jatt, her booty fat
I think I might call her Christina
Look how she whippin' the Beamer
JoJo won't lack, keep a streamer (Bow, bow)
I'm 'boutta up it and leave 'em
Brush him, that nigga chuckin' for nun'
Niggas is buggin', might as well pack 'em again
He get turned into somethin'
Thought he was throwin' the muffin
Boy, is you dumb? Please don't get packed up again and get turned into nothin'
That nigga heavy on bluffin'
I need a Rollie with VS with diamonds, wrist feeling heavy or sutin'
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (What?)
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Eli Du Breesh - Pack Em Freestyle, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Du Breesh, Du Breesh
Du Breesh, Du Breesh (Yeah)
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Keep it racks, gang got drip
Walk in the spot and we takin' ya bitch
If he got a problem, gon' empty the clip
Du Breesh ain't no shooter, but homie gon' flip, hol' that
Get wet like a treesh
Drivin' the boat, now she all on her knees
Breesh, bag, stupid cash
Baby, I feel like I'm doin' the most
I just want money, power, respect
VVS drip on the chest
It's too much niggas who really got loyalty, I gotta show 'em and give 'em respect
When I get a bag, to take all my dogs out the hood, these haters really gon' be vex
They gon' be watchin' me f*ck up a check
They gon' be watchin' me, 'cause I'm up next
I know some RIPS, I know some Gz, I know some Shines, I know the Maks
I know the Billys, they really move tact
I can not dance with this pole on my lap
I'm in the booth, so I gotta lay back
JoJo won't lack, keep a beam on a strap
So you must take life for a joke
Niggas get killed over clothes, bitches
F*ck with my money get smoked
This is no zo' for a zo', stupid
Run up a check with the bros, f*ck it
She gave me neck with the bros
She want Du Breesh, wine on a dreamer
Shawty got (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Pull up, hop out flexin'
Really might f*ck up a session
Shawty a-treesha
She wanna f*ck with a Breesh, uh
Shawty got problems, she walk in the spot even when I provided the Visa
She got the jatt, her booty fat
I think I might call her Christina
Look how she whippin' the Beamer
JoJo won't lack, keep a streamer (Bow, bow)
I'm 'boutta up it and leave 'em
Brush him, that nigga chuckin' for nun'
Niggas is buggin', might as well pack 'em again
He get turned into somethin'
Thought he was throwin' the muffin
Boy, is you dumb? Please don't get packed up again and get turned into nothin'
That nigga heavy on bluffin'
I need a Rollie with VS with diamonds, wrist feeling heavy or sutin'
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (What?)
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Du Breesh, Du Breesh (Yeah)
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Keep it racks, gang got drip
Walk in the spot and we takin' ya bitch
If he got a problem, gon' empty the clip
Du Breesh ain't no shooter, but homie gon' flip, hol' that
Get wet like a treesh
Drivin' the boat, now she all on her knees
Breesh, bag, stupid cash
Baby, I feel like I'm doin' the most
I just want money, power, respect
VVS drip on the chest
It's too much niggas who really got loyalty, I gotta show 'em and give 'em respect
When I get a bag, to take all my dogs out the hood, these haters really gon' be vex
They gon' be watchin' me f*ck up a check
They gon' be watchin' me, 'cause I'm up next
I know some RIPS, I know some Gz, I know some Shines, I know the Maks
I know the Billys, they really move tact
I can not dance with this pole on my lap
I'm in the booth, so I gotta lay back
JoJo won't lack, keep a beam on a strap
So you must take life for a joke
Niggas get killed over clothes, bitches
F*ck with my money get smoked
This is no zo' for a zo', stupid
Run up a check with the bros, f*ck it
She gave me neck with the bros
She want Du Breesh, wine on a dreamer
Shawty got (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Pull up, hop out flexin'
Really might f*ck up a session
Shawty a-treesha
She wanna f*ck with a Breesh, uh
Shawty got problems, she walk in the spot even when I provided the Visa
She got the jatt, her booty fat
I think I might call her Christina
Look how she whippin' the Beamer
JoJo won't lack, keep a streamer (Bow, bow)
I'm 'boutta up it and leave 'em
Brush him, that nigga chuckin' for nun'
Niggas is buggin', might as well pack 'em again
He get turned into somethin'
Thought he was throwin' the muffin
Boy, is you dumb? Please don't get packed up again and get turned into nothin'
That nigga heavy on bluffin'
I need a Rollie with VS with diamonds, wrist feeling heavy or sutin'
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (What?)
Pack em up two, baby come get in tune, Breesh 'boutta turn into sutin' (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Writer: ELIJAH MASSIAH, JUSTIN SINGH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave