Skrilla

I ain't really for the talkin', BOA doin' 5-straight, ride on the walk-in. Me and Suavee, man we flexin', I call up Eli, man, shit gettin' hectic. Smokin' dope to the face, and i'm still Flossy-K, to these Swish niggas face, and that aim leave no trace, if you really want war, man, pull up to the H. And we stay pistol-packing, 6-3 on court, yeah we stackin', catch a Crip from Caton, that's a basket, hit 'em up with the .40 then pass it. And you know how I rock, Sixo, I spin thru and empty out shots, I'mma shoot till he drop, I don't care for no witness, I don't care for no cops, money all in the spot, if a nigga move hot, then you know he gettin' dropped, and you know how I play, if a nigga jackin' L's, I'mma smoke 'em broad day, and his bitch in my face, cause she heard I'm Breeze Blick, top dog from the H. Breezy Blick, I'm that nigga, 6-3 be the gang, yeah H-block where I hang, and I stay wit' some killers, and we buggin' on the H, wit' them .30s on our waist. Hit the bump when its lit, I call Suavee for the 6, know that shit lit, never lack, keep a fifth, 30 shot be the clip, now I'm on the strip. Posted up, gettin' bread, duckin' all of these feds, cause I'm bustin' heads. I ain't really for the chat, if he disrespect, then he gettin' whacked. All it took was one, shot to his back, Sixo, yeah I'm known to react, and my hands work, nigga we could dance, niggas talkin' on the 'Book for the fans, till I pull up on they block, make 'em dance, glizzy hit 'em now he callin' for his mans, bet that nigga run like Ricky down the ave