Niggas Dead

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, nigga Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, buck They already know how I'm comin', nigga, it's big Breezo, man Niggas do too much talkin' around this bitch, nigga, huh You know? I'm really one of them niggas, them niggas don't be outside and shit, man, huh [Verse] Spin a nigga block like I left somethin' My homie from the Army, let me know just when them TECs comin' Since we killed the last nigga they ain't said nothin' We road runnin', flippin' all these packs, that's how my bread comin', 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 bettеr Shoppin' in the Gucci store, we knock thе Gs off your sweater, bitch Murder rate, talk, blocks gettin' taked off Old forty on me, niggas singin' 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 pape', dog, 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 lurkin' 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, skippin' with that rock, look like I'm Josh Childress They ain't outside, huh, nigga stop lyin', shots fired Ha, they know the rest that shit, man Woah, this bass kickin', huh, got a grey Smithen Post up, dunk with twenty-three, bitch, I'm Blake Griffin, nigga Ayy, I ain't even finna talkin' to these niggas like that