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Uh I gotta talk my shit every time before I say Somethin', nigga, it's Breezo, 6-0 shit baby Buck, buck, buck Drinkin' out the bottle, bullets hollow Still be in Chicago, me, Ty, F, and Damo I don't need a Murciélago 'cause foe nem fit in Tahoes I'm big, but still'a pop a bigger nigga, fuck his Draco Stupid, we start shootin' while they fuckin' lootin' Dumpin' out the can like cheap ass sushi, flip your fuckin' Brutus Ridin', packed the vans with things That flash, but we ain't fuckin' tourists Huh, they like, "Breezo, what the fuck you doin'?" Haha, yeah, nigga They like, "Breezo, what the fuck you doin'?" Ballin' steady, buildin' stats, but I ain't fuckin' hoopin' I got some dawg up top the house, but I ain't talkin' Snoopy I got that work upstairs, nigga (It's in the attic) They like, Breezo, what the, huh (What the fuck?) I got some dawg up top the house, and I ain't, yeah And we start fuckin' shootin' I'm a flashy nigga Shooters with me, I control they arms like they some action figures Dude steady reachin', tell him chill out, we'll flash that nigga Blowin' out the sack, smokin' sticky and glue gas gorillas Blast home, still blastin', niggas Huh, ayy, I need a four of Wok' How you from over there, but can't go back on your fuckin' block? We slide in this bitch fuckin' hot, shift, change at (Shhh) O'clock Finna beat somebody dead on that fuckin' block Huh, nigga, go pick your homie up, bitch ass nigga Huh, them niggas dead on that fuckin' block Huh, you fat bitch, them diss songs gon' get you fuckin' shot You took a few already, next time, your bitch ass in a box Nigga, huh Next time, we gon' really stretch you, nigga Haha, they end up on that block Huh, niggas ain't gonna be outside or none of That shit, stop playin' with us, nigga, 600 shit, man Buck!
Writer(s): Anthony King, Lamar C Womack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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