n*ggas Dead lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, buck
They already know how I'm comin’, n*gga, it's big Breezo, man
n*ggas do too much talkin' around this b*tch, n*gga, huh
You know?
I’m really one of them n*ggas, them n*ggas don't be outside and sh*t, man, huh

[Verse]
Spin a n*gga block like I left somethin'
My homie from the Army, let me know just when them TECs comin'
Since we killed the last n*gga 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 b*tch my heart, she act she ain’t want it, huh
Cross a n*gga that'll kill you, b*tch, I don't condone it, huh
Shook that sh*t off, b*tch, I'm back and I’m bettеr
Shoppin' in the Gucci store, we knock thе Gs off your sweater, b*tch
Murder rate, talk, blocks gettin' taked off
Old forty on me, n*ggas singin' like it's Nate Dog, huh
Lame n*ggas, I swear to God I hate y'all
These orange things, I send them in the air, but they ain't baseballs, huh, n*gga
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, b*tches on my di*k like some Hanes drawls, huh
What it look like, huh? Them n*ggas 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 n*ggas done, huh
Target practice ass b*tches 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 n*gga, skippin' with that rock, look like I'm Josh Childress
They ain't outside, huh, n*gga stop lyin', shots fired
Ha, they know the rest that sh*t, man
Woah, this bass kickin', huh, got a grey Smithen
Post up, dunk with twenty-three, b*tch, I'm Blake Griffin, n*gga
Ayy, I ain't even finna talkin' to these n*ggas like that