Dreezy - BeatBox Bday Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) [Verse] 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 fu*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*tches 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 pussy Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet Real b*tch down to the moan, I ain't running if I can't feel it yet LOL, these b*tches slow if they think we beefing on the internet I get into that All these b*tches 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 ni**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*tch) Stepping on these b*tches 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*tch, I ain't your sis! [Outro] Y'all ain't my motherfu*king kin b*tch, y'all ain't even my motherfu*king friend And like I been saying- It's Big Dreez to a little b*tch It been that, it's still that Big motherfu*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 fu*k y'all at? I don't see you Big Dreez in the motherfu*king building You know I'mma gonna talk my sh*t every time My birthday in 5 days It's Aries season, b*tch Big Dreez