Brëëzy 3 lyrics

[Intro: Autumn! & Yeat]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's like, at this point)
Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah (Ayo Ian)

[Verse 1: Autumn! & Yeat]
I've been getting to the muhf*ckin' money, don't know what you've been up to
I really think it's funny, competition gettin' too comfortable
Back then, I ain't have sh*t to my name but now I got way too much here to do
b*tch, I ain't got time to be f*ckin' with you (No)
On my way to the top (Let's go)
We in that muhf*ckin' drop top-top (Oh, yeah)
And your b*tch give me slop top-top (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Me and my n*ggas goin' way too fast-fast-fast, hell no, can't stop-stop-stop
Hold up, gang, there's a opp-opp-opp
Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt)
Yeah, we aimin' at your top-top-top
XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop
We gon' get sh*t bustin', call up Weiland, gеt your addy', It's nothin'
This sh*t magic, I turn nothin' into somethin', yeah, yeah
Thе way she suck me, man, this sh*t so f*ckin' lovely, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yeat]
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky b*tches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, f*ck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot
[Verse 2: Yeat & Autumn!]
Get to it, b*tch love c*ck-c*ck-c*ck, yeah, hm, ha-ha-ha
(b*tch just love, b*tch just love c*ck, yeah, haha)
Girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky)
Shoutout my flees, yeah
Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah (Phew)
Shawty, please, yeah
She love me and my cheese, yeah
Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah
Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah
Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah

[Refrain: Autumn!]
Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this sh*t way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my b*tch, but that's cap
Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this sh*t way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my b*tch, but that's cap

[Chorus: Yeat]
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky b*tches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, f*ck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot