(M1onthebeat)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (Toxic)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Dodge it)
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Geek up his mata (Geek up his mata)
Bust it down, beat up his snotbox
Then I might beat up a thot box (Thot box)
She got a thing for a nigga with casa
I can not lack, gotta throw on the covers (Covers)
Bitch you better not be undercover (Be undercover)
Get that bread, chill (Get that)
Know Breesh get butter, forty's
Beatin' like 808's, baby come make me another one
I need a Benz, hop in another one
I'm switchin' they speed up, the foreign go zoom (Skrtt)
Boom out the room
Beam and the scopes, shit feel like a Zoom meeting
But he 'bout to meet up two demons (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
SP hawked 'em and he left (SP)
I thought he was done then he dropped in the coffin
Nigga you should've been cautious (Glttt, bow)
I can not f*ck with informants (Informants)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
I feel like Digga D, these shooters in HD, boy is you kidding me
Pick up the mop, to go clean up his kidneys
Surrounded by demons, ain't really have sympathy
Man I'm still praying, 'cause ima be sinnin', winnin'
F*ckin' up all competition
Look at 'em begging Du Breesh for forgiveness
F*ck that, niggas ain't gettin' attention
Gatesy beat his body, he got him
Billy done spot 'em
He don't want war with demons and goblins (Act bad, bad), come on (Act bad, bad)
Can not make Breesh, he a topic
Choppa gon' beat up his knowledge (Glttt, gltt, bow)
(Boom-boom)
Hop out the foreign and boom out the room
Breeshy baby, just come get in tune
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (She so)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Bad)
Get that bread, who watchin'? spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom (Du Breesh, Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
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(M1onthebeat)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (Toxic)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Dodge it)
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Geek up his mata (Geek up his mata)
Bust it down, beat up his snotbox
Then I might beat up a thot box (Thot box)
She got a thing for a nigga with casa
I can not lack, gotta throw on the covers (Covers)
Bitch you better not be undercover (Be undercover)
Get that bread, chill (Get that)
Know Breesh get butter, forty's
Beatin' like 808's, baby come make me another one
I need a Benz, hop in another one
I'm switchin' they speed up, the foreign go zoom (Skrtt)
Boom out the room
Beam and the scopes, shit feel like a Zoom meeting
But he 'bout to meet up two demons (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
SP hawked 'em and he left (SP)
I thought he was done then he dropped in the coffin
Nigga you should've been cautious (Glttt, bow)
I can not f*ck with informants (Informants)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
I feel like Digga D, these shooters in HD, boy is you kidding me
Pick up the mop, to go clean up his kidneys
Surrounded by demons, ain't really have sympathy
Man I'm still praying, 'cause ima be sinnin', winnin'
F*ckin' up all competition
Look at 'em begging Du Breesh for forgiveness
F*ck that, niggas ain't gettin' attention
Gatesy beat his body, he got him
Billy done spot 'em
He don't want war with demons and goblins (Act bad, bad), come on (Act bad, bad)
Can not make Breesh, he a topic
Choppa gon' beat up his knowledge (Glttt, gltt, bow)
(Boom-boom)
Hop out the foreign and boom out the room
Breeshy baby, just come get in tune
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (She so)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Bad)
Get that bread, who watchin'? spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom (Du Breesh, Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (Toxic)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Dodge it)
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Geek up his mata (Geek up his mata)
Bust it down, beat up his snotbox
Then I might beat up a thot box (Thot box)
She got a thing for a nigga with casa
I can not lack, gotta throw on the covers (Covers)
Bitch you better not be undercover (Be undercover)
Get that bread, chill (Get that)
Know Breesh get butter, forty's
Beatin' like 808's, baby come make me another one
I need a Benz, hop in another one
I'm switchin' they speed up, the foreign go zoom (Skrtt)
Boom out the room
Beam and the scopes, shit feel like a Zoom meeting
But he 'bout to meet up two demons (Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
SP hawked 'em and he left (SP)
I thought he was done then he dropped in the coffin
Nigga you should've been cautious (Glttt, bow)
I can not f*ck with informants (Informants)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
I feel like Digga D, these shooters in HD, boy is you kidding me
Pick up the mop, to go clean up his kidneys
Surrounded by demons, ain't really have sympathy
Man I'm still praying, 'cause ima be sinnin', winnin'
F*ckin' up all competition
Look at 'em begging Du Breesh for forgiveness
F*ck that, niggas ain't gettin' attention
Gatesy beat his body, he got him
Billy done spot 'em
He don't want war with demons and goblins (Act bad, bad), come on (Act bad, bad)
Can not make Breesh, he a topic
Choppa gon' beat up his knowledge (Glttt, gltt, bow)
(Boom-boom)
Hop out the foreign and boom out the room
Breeshy baby, just come get in tune
This beamer got mileage, solid (Solid)
Baby I smoke exotic (Baby I smoke exotic)
Pull up, she so toxic (She so)
Shawty bad, won't dodge it (Bad)
Get that bread, who watchin'? spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom
Get that bread, who watchin'?, spot 'em
You don't wanna hit rock bottom (Du Breesh, Du Breesh, Du Breesh)
Writer: JUSTIN SINGH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC