With her first-ever joint project with Hit-Boy, Dreezy is showing up for the girls this summer. With the assistance of the top producer, the Chicago rapper crafted a hit project with a couple of creative features.
Dreezy and Hit-Boy released the collaborative album “Hit Girl” on Friday, May 20. Hit-Boy executive produced the album, which features Drizzy new tracks “Balance My Lows,” & “They Not Ready” both featuring Coi Leray.
Tracklist for “Hit Girl” ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 Dropping tonight at 9PM PT/12 AM EST Prod by @Hit_Boy What song yu ready for!? pic.twitter.com/xuTk5hGfyh
— HITGIRL Drops 5/20 (@dreezydreezy) May 19, 2022
Future, Jeremih, and Ink are among the new collaborators on the new project as well. Dreezy had highlighted that this was Hit-first Boy’s joint endeavor with a woman and applauded her initial collaboration with Future prior to the album launch.
“Hit Girl” is her first release since being awarded a Grammy for her writing contributions to H.E.R’s “Back of My Mind” album. The album will be her first solo release following up on Dreezy’s “Big Dreezy” album from 2019.
Offset, Jeremih, Jacquees, Kash Doll, and Derez Deshon all contributed to the album’s ten tracks. Dreezy has no intention of slowing down now that she’s on her way to the top of the charts. She’s currently embarking on her next record, which could be released soon.
Dreezy & Coi Leray- “Balance My Lows” Lyrics:
[Intro: Coi Leray]
Yeah
Dreezy
Yeah-yeah (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
[Chorus: Dreezy & Coi Leray]
Tryna balance, look at where my lows (Where my lows, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, goin’ through some shit that no one knows
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah
Niggas act like bitches and it shows
Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (Ayy)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat, uh (For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes
Yeah, gettin’ to the money, I need mo’
[Verse 1: Coi Leray]
Mo’ money, mo’ money, stay in my comments
Guess I’m the topic (Yeah)
I want you here but all of that extra
You can be honest
Yeah, brand new Rollie, flood my wrist, it’s full of diamonds
Me and Dreez’ watchin’ AP’s, we know what time it is
I was down but I made a way, ballin’ like a fade away
‘Member I was broke, I used to put this shit on layaway (Yeah)
Now we gon’ see better days
Fuck whoever in the way (Yeah)
Just pour up, let’s get faded (Yeah)
[Chorus: Dreezy & Coi Leray]
Tryna balance, look at where my lows (Where my lows, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, goin’ through some shit that no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah
Niggas act like bitches and it shows (And it shows)
Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope (With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat (For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin’ to the money, I need mo’
[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Reminiscing on you fuck niggas, I still don’t regret it
You might never gon’ give me props, banks still give me credit
Tried to put you on game when really I was on a new level
Pain, I can’t forget
But them lessons turned me to a legend
[Chorus: Dreezy & Coi Leray]
Tryna balance, look at where my lows (Where my lows, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, goin’ through some shit that no one knows (No one knows)
Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah
Niggas act like bitches and it shows (And it shows)
Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope (With that scope)
Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat (For my coat, yeah)
I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes (Against the ropes)
Yeah, gettin’ to the money, I need mo’
Drezzy- They Not Ready Lyrics:
[Intro]
Hit-Boy
[Chorus]
They not ready
They not
No, I do not think the masses are ready
Dreez, boy, shit, it’s massive already (Uh-huh)
Bentley parked right in the front, you can’t miss me (You can’t)
Only ’cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally (Oops)
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly
I think it’s time to put these wack bitches out their misery (They did)
[Verse 1]
B-I-G D-R-E-E-Z
They been sleep, night quill, Z-Z-Z (Woo)
Top down on sunset, blow an AC, me and HB (Skrrt)
Y’all talk that small talk, you small but we major league (Bitch, I’m ballin’), yeah
They know not to play with me
Face on make believe but in the booth it ain’t fatally
And my accountant just sent the ”Okay” to me
I give a fuck what you say to me
Ball hard, we play for keeps
You got a group of yes-men, can’t be the G.O.A.T. paying for sheep
I’m a legend, throw me all my flowers like a newlywed (Uh-huh)
Try to keep it humble, I like being boujee better (Facts)
Fans waiting to see my show like we just dropped a movie trailer (Christ)
Know I was notorious when we was rocking coochie sweaters (Big Driz)
Drop at least a hunnid virgils when I walk in Vuitton (A check)
Walk in Magic with a blunt so long it look like a wand
I got so many presidents I could make Joe Biden resign
God took his time, when he made me, I’m a custom design (Perfect)
[Chorus]
They not ready (Nah)
They not
No, I do not think the masses are ready (They not)
Dreez, boy, shit, it’s massive already (Big Driz)
Bentley parked right in the front, you can’t miss me (Uh-huh)
Only ’cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally (Skrrt, skrrt)
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly (Run it up)
I think it’s time to put these wack bitches out their misery (Out, they miss me)
[Verse 2]
That’s shots fired, no Glock .9 (It’s my time)
Female rapper, I’m top five and I’m not five (They want smoke)
Rapper’s ain’t showing no numbers like a blocked line (Huh?)
Treat the game just like it’s my nigga, that mean on top mine (It’s mine, nigga)
I’m a walking move, boy, a trendsetter
On hoes’ necks’ like benchpressing
These bitches cap like big letters (Big), yeah
Face it, bars are ten of better
My shoe size only thirty-nine but niggas know I’m a big stepper (I’m stepping on shit)
That’s my lil’ fast like it’s a flame, gon’ last forever (Ha)
Triple-six, clean bitch confidence, and plus I’m clever (I’ll make)
I’ll make it rain so hard Rihanna can’t even bring you an umbrella
Like, even if I gave the cheat code bitches wouldn’t be on my level (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
They not ready
They not
No, I do not think the masses are ready
Dreez, boy, shit, it’s massive already
Bentley parked right in the front, you can’t miss me
Only ’cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly
I think it’s time to these wack bitches out their misery
Drezzy, Hit-Boy, Future- “Sliders” Lyrics:
[Intro: Future & Dreezy]
All they wanna do is race
(Hit-Boy)
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
[Chorus: Future]
My lil’ brothers is some sliders
All they wanna do is race
Super sport even got nitrogen on it
I know 12 can’t catch this
Just like a sniper, I took the long shot
Hittin’ my target, way ‘cross the globe
Causin’ a issue when I get in that mode
Bitches gon’ get it if they against the code
[Verse 1: Dreezy]
I’m doin’ the dash if I’m ever peepin’ the 12, homies
All my niggas slidin’ if it’s an issue with me
‘Cause I got the bail money (I got it)
All that big talk, got the scale me
Said you runnin’ shit, heard you a mail runner (Ha)
Soon as I touch a hunnid M’s, y’all niggas won’t even hear from me (American money)
I’m from the city where catchin’ a body a way to get famous (Put you on the news)
Tryna be [?] to pop, put you on a playlist (Put you on rotation)
I just gave him one look and my nigga slapped him for me like I’m Jada
I’m the only bitch seein’ Future in this bitch like that’s [?]
Got a plug with the Vatos, Chanel on the poncho, I still gotta remind hoes (Gotta remind hoes)
There ain’t no VV’s up in your Cuban, we see the rhinestones (It’s fake shit)
Name a bitch hold so much weight, feel like Griselda Blanco (Respect)
FreeBandz gang, Big Dreez’, name a bit of block that we ain’t slide on
[Chorus: Future]
My lil’ brothers is some sliders
All they wanna do is race
Super sport even got nitrogen on it
I know 12 can’t catch this
Just like a sniper, I took the long shot
Hittin’ my target, way ‘cross the globe
Causin’ a issue when I get in that mode
Bitches gon’ get it if they against the code
[Verse 2: Future]
Picture me rollin’ away from the [?]
Avoidin’ the clout and avoidin’ the fame
Pushin’ up lanes in a Bentley Mulsanne
Duckin’ no smoke, nigga, bustin’ your brain
It’s comin’ with Perks when you reppin’ the gang
I’m goin’ surfin’ at Barney’s [?]
Stay on alert and prepare for the rain
Drop that convertible, clear out the bank
The way I be spendin’, that drip ain’t the same
They given me props, they eatin’ it up
Put the scope on the Glocks, I’m heatin’ it up
Made [?] good off the top, the times was rough
I ain’t gon’ tell a nigga too hood
Just tryna make a nigga go pop
We take the pain that we go through
Elevate and go straight to the top
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Dreezy]
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
[Chorus: Future & Dreezy]
My lil’ brothers is some sliders (Sliders)
All they wanna do is race (Yeah)
Super sport even got nitrogen on it
I know 12 can’t catch this
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Dreezy]
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
All they wanna do is race
[Chorus: Future & Dreezy]
My lil’ brothers is some sliders (Sliders)
All they wanna do is race (Yeah)
Super sport even got nitrogen on it
I know 12 can’t catch this (Still can’t catch this)
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