Correction Lyrics Beat Box 16 by Dreezy

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(Damn E, this sh*t 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**k 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)
b*t*hes out here talking all that big sh*t till that stimmy gonе
Need 8 figures in the bank to match my silhouettе (Yeah)
Bragging bout that pu**y
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet
Real b*t*h down to the moan, I ain't running if I can't feel it yet
LOL, these b*t*hes slow if they think we beefing on the internet
I get into that
All these b*t*hes 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 n***a 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 (b*t*h)
Stepping on these b*t*hes 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 sh*t
Now they say we related
b*t*h, I ain't your sis!

Y'all ain't my motherf**king kin
b*t*h, y'all ain't even my motherf**king friend
And like I been saying-
It's Big Dreez to a little b*t*h
It been that, it's still that
Big motherf**king 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**k y'all at?
I don't see you
Big Dreez in the motherf**king building
You know I'm gonna talk my sh*t every time
My birthday in 5 days
It's Aries season, b*t*h
Big Dreez

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my motherf**kin' heat out
With another n***a b*t*h, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*t*h, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't f**k wit' her no more, that lil' b*t*h, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*t*h regardless

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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