(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Yeah
Might off your set 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 Christina
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 'til that stimmy gone
Need eight figures in the bank to match my silhouette (Yeah)
Bragging 'bout that pussy
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet (oops)
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 (where you at?)
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 TikTok
You ain't no stepper, I send out shots
Turn your Balenciaga 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 on coaches
I went from being posted, now I'm on posters (I'm up)
Your whole team light, need to fire all of your coaches
Chanel on all my broaches
Big facts in my raps, I ain't even posted (Big Dreez)
Number one and not the two, three
Your body up in a two piece
And paper like it's loose leaf
And well, I do the most
Five 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 load
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 the brand new Kieran
Yeah, I'm talking bout three 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 five days
It's Aries season, bitch
Big Dreez
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(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Yeah
Might off your set 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 Christina
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 'til that stimmy gone
Need eight figures in the bank to match my silhouette (Yeah)
Bragging 'bout that pussy
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet (oops)
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 (where you at?)
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 TikTok
You ain't no stepper, I send out shots
Turn your Balenciaga 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 on coaches
I went from being posted, now I'm on posters (I'm up)
Your whole team light, need to fire all of your coaches
Chanel on all my broaches
Big facts in my raps, I ain't even posted (Big Dreez)
Number one and not the two, three
Your body up in a two piece
And paper like it's loose leaf
And well, I do the most
Five 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 load
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 the brand new Kieran
Yeah, I'm talking bout three 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 five days
It's Aries season, bitch
Big Dreez
Yeah
Might off your set 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 Christina
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 'til that stimmy gone
Need eight figures in the bank to match my silhouette (Yeah)
Bragging 'bout that pussy
Heard he gotta beatbox just to get it wet (oops)
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 (where you at?)
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 TikTok
You ain't no stepper, I send out shots
Turn your Balenciaga 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 on coaches
I went from being posted, now I'm on posters (I'm up)
Your whole team light, need to fire all of your coaches
Chanel on all my broaches
Big facts in my raps, I ain't even posted (Big Dreez)
Number one and not the two, three
Your body up in a two piece
And paper like it's loose leaf
And well, I do the most
Five 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 load
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 the brand new Kieran
Yeah, I'm talking bout three 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 five days
It's Aries season, bitch
Big Dreez
Writer: Seandrea Sledge
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group