BREEZY Lyrics (English Translation) – Kidd Keo, Neutro Shorty

Read the full BREEZY (English Translation) lyrics by Kidd Keo and Neutro Shorty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kidd Keo’s music, you can also explore MEDABOT and BEND OVA, two other songs by Kidd Keo.

Mm-mmm
Yeah
Mm-mmm
Hoe

And I got blickies, .40s—don’t act funny (Skrrt!)
My brodie moves kilos, pulling sticks, all for the money (Pa-pa-pa)
I want my neck drippy, glorious—Steve Harvey (Harvey)
I got pills to cure all those zombies (Paw, paw, paw)
My bad brodie sells that Chris Breezy
I look fresh and stack racks like Dreezy (Grr)
We leave her ass wide open; if she’s a looker, she’ll even piss herself

My black sells some s*it that’s way too trippy

B!tches bouncing on the block (Check it out); for a couple of checks, they turn into thots (Thots)
Pistols popping on the block (Grr); they’ll kill you just to collect a debt (Paw)
And they ain’t just smoking life away—the trenches look like Baghdad (Street s*it)
My black’s locked up, a prisoner like in Alcatraz (Listen)

I don’t give a damn what they say—we did it our way
I was trapping in the trap house; I couldn’t care less about their “street cred”
As time goes by, the more they start looking like me
Out of all the ones talking s*it, tell me: how many of them are actually out here? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I got blickies, .40s, acting funny (Gang, gang)
My brodie moves kilos, pulling sticks, all for the money (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I want my neck drippy, glorious—Steve Harvey status (Uff)
I got pills to cure all those zombies (Gang, gang, gang)
My bad-ass brodie sells that Chris Breezy
I look fly and I stack paper like Dreezy (Grr; yih, yih)
We leave her ass wide open, and if she’s a looker, she pees herself (it up)
My black sells some stuff that’s way too trippy, trippy

With my milk, I dress her all in white—she looks like a *santera* (Huh)
I roll around in a black Hellcat that looks just like a panther (Ay)
They talk big about being demons, but they’re terrified of the fire (Prr)
Neutro and Keo on a track? That’s a certified anthem (Ah, ey, gang, gang)

I hired some hoes in Alicante, but they actually shipped ’em in from Venezuela (Gang, gang)
And when they saw the flashy jewelry and the tattoos, they knew exactly who I was (Ice)
They realized they were about to fu*k the GOAT—and while I hit it from behind, they snapped a selfie (Clin)
I always keep my d!ck shaved smooth so I can slide it in hairless for the ladies

A Rolex and a Cartier—both strapped to my wrist at the very same time (Hell yeah)
But even so, I still never show up on time
I’ll empty the clip first—and you’ll end up dead in a pool of blood (Prr)
Then you hear the police reports… the snitches dropping Neutro’s name
The madman… hoe Gotta cure all those zombies (Boss, boss, boss)
My bad-ass brodie moves product like Chris Breezy
I look fresh and stack paper like Dreezy (Grr)
We leave her ass wide open—and if she’s a looker, she pees herself
My homie sells some stuff that’s way too trippy