Stop Playin

Uh
I gotta talk my shit every time before I say something, nigga, it's Breezo, 6-0 shit baby
Buck, buck, buck

Drinking out the bottle, bullets hollow
Still be in Chicago, me, Ty, F, and Damo
I don't need a Murciélago 'cause foe nem fit in Tahoes
I'm big, but still'a pop a bigger nigga, fuck is Drago?
Stupid, we start shooting while they fucking looting
Dumping out the can like cheap ass sushi, flip your fucking Brutus
Riding, packed the vans with things that flash, but we ain't fucking tourists
Huh, they like, "Breezo, what the fuck you doin'?"
Haha, yeah, nigga
They like, "Breezo, what the fuck you doin'?"
Balling steady, building stats, but I ain't fucking hooping
I got some dawg up top the house, but I ain't talking Snoopy

I got that work upstairs, nigga (It's in the attic)
They like, Breezo, what the, huh (What the fuck?)
I got some dawg up top the house, and I ain't, yeah
And we start fucking shooting

I'm a flashy nigga
Shooters with me, I control they arms like they some action figures
Dude steady reaching, tell him chill out, we'll flash that nigga
Blowing out the sack, smoking sticky and glue gas gorillas
Blast home, still blasting, niggas
Huh, ayy, I need a four of Wok'
How you from over there, but can't go back on your fucking block?
We slide in this bitch fucking hot, shift, change at (Shhh) O'clock
Finna beat somebody dead on that fucking block
Huh, nigga, go pick your homie up, bitch ass nigga
Huh, them niggas dead on that fucking block
Huh, you fat bitch, them diss songs gon' get you fucking shot
You took a few already, next time, your bitch ass in a box

Nigga, huh
Next time, we gon' really stretch you, nigga
Haha, they end up on that block
Huh, niggas ain't gonna be outside or none of that shit, stop playing with us, nigga, 600 shit, man
Buck!