Breesh
Breesh
Breesh
Hurd this nigga talkin' hot, know Breesh got shooters, they gon' slide
That boy movin' like a weasel, he tried to run away and hide
Got no time for pussy niggas, call up gang and he got 30 in it
Really thought this shit was sweet, now look his ass in blood
Rico, how you feel 'bout bro?
He don't feel no snakes, if it ain't Gucci it get fold
Hop out foreigns different colors, would've thought it was a Wraith
Lambo', Beamer, Benz, a Bentley
Bet you see my face, full of scars
I done been through shit and trashed it anyway
You don't know my story, please don't try to get up in my face, I get disrespectful
Bitch, a nigga really outta line, get 'em now
He don't know Breesh, I don't know his pockets, he been down
Why he chattin' on my name on the book? He a clown
F*ck it, we just take him down
(Shhhh) don't even make a sound
Out the V (Glttt, pow, pow)
Couple niggas down
Like I said, you don't know Breesh won't even make a sound
Eli Du Breesh - Back In Blood Lyrics
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Breesh
Breesh
Breesh
Hurd this nigga talkin' hot, know Breesh got shooters, they gon' slide
That boy movin' like a weasel, he tried to run away and hide
Got no time for pussy niggas, call up gang and he got 30 in it
Really thought this shit was sweet, now look his ass in blood
Rico, how you feel 'bout bro?
He don't feel no snakes, if it ain't Gucci it get fold
Hop out foreigns different colors, would've thought it was a Wraith
Lambo', Beamer, Benz, a Bentley
Bet you see my face, full of scars
I done been through shit and trashed it anyway
You don't know my story, please don't try to get up in my face, I get disrespectful
Bitch, a nigga really outta line, get 'em now
He don't know Breesh, I don't know his pockets, he been down
Why he chattin' on my name on the book? He a clown
F*ck it, we just take him down
(Shhhh) don't even make a sound
Out the V (Glttt, pow, pow)
Couple niggas down
Like I said, you don't know Breesh won't even make a sound
Breesh
Breesh
Hurd this nigga talkin' hot, know Breesh got shooters, they gon' slide
That boy movin' like a weasel, he tried to run away and hide
Got no time for pussy niggas, call up gang and he got 30 in it
Really thought this shit was sweet, now look his ass in blood
Rico, how you feel 'bout bro?
He don't feel no snakes, if it ain't Gucci it get fold
Hop out foreigns different colors, would've thought it was a Wraith
Lambo', Beamer, Benz, a Bentley
Bet you see my face, full of scars
I done been through shit and trashed it anyway
You don't know my story, please don't try to get up in my face, I get disrespectful
Bitch, a nigga really outta line, get 'em now
He don't know Breesh, I don't know his pockets, he been down
Why he chattin' on my name on the book? He a clown
F*ck it, we just take him down
(Shhhh) don't even make a sound
Out the V (Glttt, pow, pow)
Couple niggas down
Like I said, you don't know Breesh won't even make a sound
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Durk Banks, Lontrell D. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Eli Du Breesh
Language: English
Written by: Christopher Pearson, Durk Banks, Lontrell D. Williams