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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dreezy
Dreezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
Songwriter
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Hitboy)
[Verse 2]
Drip hard, but I make shit look easy (Easy)
Can't find a fit up in Neiman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greasy
Run up the score 'til it's even
[Verse 3]
Blocked this number, but the **** can't leave (W)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas tank, never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (Out)
[Verse 4]
Pull up, hoppin' out the Hellcat
But I look heaven sent (??)
Me and my **** movin' on up
Na, we ain't the Jeffersons (At all)
[Verse 5]
Post a pic up on the island ???
Catchin' somewhere you ain't never been
Slime back, back strapped up, windows tinted feelin' like the President
[Verse 6]
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Obama
4 nem got the oozie, if you want that drama (Hold up)
All my bitches hollerin', "Period"
But best believe they gettin' to the commas (Oops)
[Verse 7]
Puttin' my next to these bitches, I'm feelin' like tank to an Adrien Bronner (Knockout)
I could pull up to yo' hood today, they got respect for me like I'm your auntie (Fasho)
[Verse 8]
Too turnt, I might crash the whip, got all brown bitches like activist (Brown skin)
These hoes my mini me's, fuck around, I ain't even gotta have kids (Lil' girls)
I heard yo' new flex can't even fuck with me in my past tense
Knock yo' apple off my boy hit you with that MAC-10 (Brrra)
[Verse 9]
He could have a Richie Millie, but when you this pretty, bet he wanna make time
Real bitch, but a **** askin' for my number probably got a fake line (One hunnid)
[Verse 10]
Drip hard, but I make shit look easy (Easy)
Can't find a fit up in Neiman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greasy
Run up the score 'til it's even
[Verse 11]
Blocked this number, but the **** can't leave (W)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas tank, never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (Out)
[Verse 12]
Cut my grass down, I milk these **** like cash cows (Cash)
Pushin' fast now, puttin' in work like its my last route
I hate flexes and bitch ****, call 'em, "Cap and gowns"
Told the plug, show me his diet plan, that **** keep addin' pounds (Heh?)
[Verse 13]
I be with bitches who pretty and bad, but back in the day we was heathens (Ratchet)
****, you told me you stay with that iron, yo' doctor told me you anemic
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass like I'm in the Garden of Eden (Slimy)
He try to play, then I'm takin' his dad, I'm sonnin' that ****, we even (Swap)
[Verse 14]
This ice probably change the season (Yeah)
So fine, I get paid for features (Uh-huh)
Winnin' now, they say, "The game cheatin'"
I'm the future like I got a readin' (Queen)
[Verse 15]
Long as that **** keep playin' his role, he part of the cast (Action)
If yo' release date the same as mine, that's a death drop, you gettin' dragged, bitch
[Verse 16]
Drip hard, but I make shit look easy (Easy)
Can't find a fit up in Neiman's
Think she slime, I do the bitch greasy
Run up the score 'til it's even
[Verse 17]
Blocked this number, but the **** can't leave (W)
I sent him back to the streets
Stay with that gas tank, never on E
If I don't get my way, I'm leavin' (Out)
Written by: Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr, Seandrea Sledge
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