Phone Call With Breezy

Oh good money, you chillin' after that?
Ayy I'ma be in LA the whole time
You 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