Ready Rey - Breeze Lyrics

Im in the tessy
Bout to scoop a chick badder than Effie
Count a check make her switch on her bestie
I can't lie I ain't change since you met me
And we tied to the street like I'm preppy
I made ya block famous they'll never forget me
Do the dash like nobody could catch me
And we poppin Dom Perry like Pepsi
And you know I wear that on the low low
Playin guess the designer no logo
I hit Zel like I can't do the Polo
Avianne when I'm in a photo
Ain't no backdoor I gotta be dolo
Take em out like I don't know the bro code
Like I'm Michael Im better off solo
You know me I'm milli
My Nina a hoe tho
Chop a block like I live in the dojo
Threw em 10 but he payin for ocho
A man of my word if you cross it I'm loco
And my baby ain't wearin no bobo
And he green all I'm seeing is rojo
Bet the grabba hit harder than Soto
Bet the grabba hit harder than Cotto
Countin capital like I make go go
Ran it up & put 50 on KD
Ran it back & put 20 on AD
I won't stop til I bring back a AP
Til them boys in the desert gotta hate me
Til the ones at the top gotta chase me
If you ever turn ya back gotta face me
I don't want one Dom gotta case me
If they ain't got none left you betta ace me
Let her taste me
F*ck it let's spin
3 outta 8 when I cut through the wind
Foot on the gas they won't see me again
You in the game well I'm on the next gen
Trust me I'm missing the women & Kin
Trust me I'm one of them willin to sin
Ready a lock
I'm at the stove & I'm ready to rock
Feedin the streets & they ready to shop
Look at the lines they wrappin the block
Niggas don't know me for rap on the block
Niggas might know me for wrappin a block
I'm in the field cause I know how to crop
You in the frame well I'm taking the shot
Flooded the face I don't know how to act
Feel like my niggas been holdin me back
Ain't no emotion when I'm givin dap
Cant check up on me I'm checkin the stats
Niggas throw subs wit out checkin the facts
Why they all nervous when I get relaxed
Need Ms wit my dogs can't let this collapse
They March to my beat I draw on the map
This gettin ugly This do nothing for me
You ain't my keeper don't tell me you love me
You look at me when you tell me you hungry
I'm fixing ya plate bet you can't take it from me
I walk him down it won't be from the sky
It's personal I wanna see eye to eye
It's surgical I wanna read when he lie
It's personal I wanna see when he
F*ck it let's spin
3 outta 8 when I cut through the wind
Foot on the gas they won't see me again
You in the game well I'm on the next gen
Trust me I'm missing the women & Kin
Trust me I'm one of them willin to sin
Ready a lock
I'm at the stove & I'm ready to rock
Feedin the streets & they ready to shop
Look at the lines they wrappin the block
Niggas don't know me for rap on the block
Niggas might know me for wrappin a block
I'm in the field cause I know how to crop
You in the frame well I'm taking the shot