Niggas Dead

Yeah, nigga
Grr, grr, grr, grr, bop
They already know how I'm coming, nigga, it's big Breezo, man
Niggas do too much talking around this bitch, nigga, huh
You know?
I'm really one of them niggas, them niggas don't be outside and shit, man, huh

Spin a nigga block like I left something
My homie from the Army, let me know when them TECs coming
Since we killed the last nigga they ain't said nothing
We road running, flipping all these packs, that's how my bread coming, huh
Take his head from him, huh, put some bread on it
I said, "You see that leg kick? That mean he dead, don't it?"
Tried to give a bitch my heart, she act she ain't want it, huh
Cross a nigga that'll kill you, bitch, I don't condone it, huh
Shook that shit off, bitch, I'm back and I'm better
Shopping in the Gucci store, we knock the Gs off yo' sweater, bitch
Murder rate, talk, blocks getting taked off
Old fourty on me, niggas singing, like it's Nate Dog, huh
Lame niggas, I swear to God I hate y'all
These orange things, I send them in the air, but they ain't baseballs, huh
Nigga, but they the same size as baseballs
Boonie Moe'll fly in that bag for that pap' dawg, huh
And I need every dollar 'cause this Jade soft
My wrist flick, bitches on my dick, like some Hanes drawls, huh
What it look like, huh? Them niggas shook, right?
Late nights lurking in them alleys, like a HoodHype, huh
With a good pipe, huh, due to took life, huh
They was turnt for a minute, now them niggas done, huh
Target practice ass-bitches better keep a gun, huh
I spared a non-factor opp 'cause he was with his son, huh
But, I could've did it, huh, but, we don't harm children
Tall nigga, skipping with that rock, look like I'm Josh Childress
They ain't outside, huh, nigga stop lying, shots fired
Ha, they know the rest that shit, man
Woah, this bass kicking, huh, got a grey Smithen
Post up, dunk with twenty-three, bitch, I'm Blake Griffin, nigga

Ayy, I ain't even finna talking to these niggas like that