no brakez freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah, I let these hoes read the letterman
Yeah, Benjamin Frank, that's my best friend
Yeah, up in the trap countin' dead men
Yeah, you and yo' bruddas some dead mans
Yeah, play wit' us we gon' slide back on you
I hope that you learned yo' lil' lesson, yeah
Yeah, they neglected me
I ain't on top, I was stressin' it
I pour that wock in my Fanta cream
You better fuck, no Mabelene
Same cut all of these racks in my jeans
(Dre-Dreamthug exclusive)
Yeah, he broke, it's not what it seem
Yeah (Fermento, gherkin, Soss)
In this bih wit' lil' Soss, man
You know how I get, back in that mode
You know how I get (Pluggnb Archive)
Yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, put they whole team on a tee
It look like they just playin' dress up
I know that you miss yo' brother, uh
Heard he got hit from the neck up
I know that you miss yo' bitch
I don't know why you trippin'
'Cause I ain't even text her
I just popped a Tesla in a Tesla
I'ma slide, I'm goin' electric
Throw this shroom, I'm way too sexy
Push this nail on you and yo' best bitch
Yeah, you can find me where the racks is
Me and Ish slidin' shit up in that Lexus
Drank in my cup, you know I'ma stretch it
I'm on real shit 'til the death of me
Yeah, I'm real rich, I ran outta money
But I got that shit back yesterday
Yeah, I know that you sick
'Cause yo' hoe on my dick
On her knees tryna bless me
In the Bentley I'm countin' up fetti
(Chase your dreams)
Pump fake, I hit him with the hesi'
Yeah, no brakes pushin' in the caddy
We'll crash this bitch, I was high off a addy
You a bad hoe, drop yo' addy
I wanted shawty badly
I might beat it, caught a batter
Dior sneakers, Chanel letterman
Yeah, I let these hoes read the letterman
Yeah, Benjamin Frank, that's my best friend
Yeah, up in the trap countin' dead men
Yeah, you and yo' bruddas some dead mans
(Fuck 'em all!)
Yeah, play wit' us we gon' slide back on you
(I'll bury those cockroaches)
I hope that you learned yo' lil' lesson, yeah
Yeah, they neglected me
I ain't on top, I was stressin' it
I pour that wock in my Fanta cream
You better fuck, no Mabelene
Same cut all of these racks in my jeans
Yeah, he broke, it's not what it seem
Like So, lil' Dy too clean
I cope in the ghost, it boost my self esteem
Like uh, what

[Outro]
Pull out the racks on ya' man
You ain't got no racks like this man
Money counter go frrr, beep
You feel me? On God
You are now rocking with the one and only Dreamthug exclusive
All I have in this world is my balls, and my word
And I don't break 'em for no one, you understand?