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

[Verse]
Spin a n***a block like I left somethin'
My homie from the Army, let me know just when them TECs comin'
Since we killed the last n***a 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 n***a 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, n***as singin' like it's Nate Dog, huh
Lame n***as, I swear to God I hate y'all
These orange things, I send them in the air, but they ain't baseballs, huh, n***a
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 n***as 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***as 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 n***a, skippin' with that rock, look like I'm Josh Childress
They ain't outside, huh, n***a 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, n***a
Ayy, I ain't even finna talkin' to these n***as like that