Phone Call With Breezy (Skit)

Lyrics for Phone Call With Breezy (Skit)

Oh good money, you chillin' after that? Ayy I'ma be in LA the whole time Ou remember when I used to sell you the belts? Hell yeah! Man that shit crazy, man Yo you know it was me makin' them belts? No back in the day, you know, I ain't peep it. I remember, I think, I think Kwasi and them like brought you over one day and I peeped you, then they went off in your shit like when you was doin' the music. I was like... huh don't I know son? Like I know him! Then they was like yeah my nigga, he was designin' mad long. I was like damn that shit crazy Word, that shit was like five years ago - you still got them shits? Bro I got them joints at the crib, bro. I got the multi-colored one, the camo colored one, like I think it was red and brown And I got the camo joint you did Hey, now look, now we're doin' songs together and shit