"Niggas Dead" lyrics
Yeah, nigga
Grr, grr, grr, grr, bop
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
Spin a nigga block like I left somethin'
My homie from the Army, let me know 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 better
Shoppin' in the Gucci store, we knock the Gs off yo' sweater, bitch
Murder rate, talk, blocks gettin' taked off
Old fourty 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 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 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
Grr, grr, grr, grr, bop
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
Spin a nigga block like I left somethin'
My homie from the Army, let me know 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 better
Shoppin' in the Gucci store, we knock the Gs off yo' sweater, bitch
Murder rate, talk, blocks gettin' taked off
Old fourty 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 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 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
