Lyrics
(Say Breezy)
Ayy, Glocks and 45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside
Nigga trippin', I swear he get hog tied
Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline
Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie
Can't fuck with the ho, kinda thick, I'ma lick then the ho done
Hit up Ro$ama to get her
On my mama, he not lyin'
Been chasin' dreams like Meek
Is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?
They sign out, you can't even speak
Nigga fuck livin' rich, you can die for the cheap
We them niggas 'round here, Memphis Bleek
We the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z
You a bitch, female dog in heat
Ice Cube who been throwin' big threes (on God)
Huh, damn, I done did it again
Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's
She just told me to chill but I had to give in
Said I'm turned off of rap but I'm turning down here
Keep it sealed, you know some of these niggas would squeal
I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live
Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give
Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live
You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill
Plus I'm quick and I always stay loaded with steel
Make a big nigga do a back flip like Jeleel
These niggas pussy, I know how they feel
They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill
In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field
Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)
Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)
Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23
Forty bullets on the flight (on God)
14K on my teeth when I smile
The sun get jealous and hate the sunlight (bling)
All of this dope in the kitchen
Tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off white (shit, Say Breezy)
Come a long way from that pallet (like what?)
Totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (Fah)
Nigga, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)