Stop Playin – 600Breezy

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 is Drago?
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!
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