Nigga Shit

[Chorus]
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas
All the same, we just pawnin’ names
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas (Yeah)
All the same, we just pawnin' names (Grams, Grams)
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?

[Verse 1]
Niggas beefin’ over gang turf
Red and blue, it's a dang shirt
I could picture niggas with a lame smirk
With their pants saggin' like a gay Smurf
Whippin' dope up in the drug spot
But they interrupted by a gunshot
It's a couple niggas and they spun blocks
You can guess they be lookin' like some blood clots
Bad bitch and she DTF
Got a cousin up in BGF
The chicken greedy, said, “Bitch, you leave me
Then I'm guaranteein' that you seein’ death”
Said, “Alright, shorty, get to sayin’ less”
Can't argue fully ‘cause I’m stayin' blessed
Plus I love that cuddy, had to get it wet
I just strictly bully, then I hit the deck
Why y'all look at niggas as a walkin' lick?
Type to kill a nigga ‘cause he talkin’ shit
Then they move the body and they toss the clip
Any means to show you what bosses is, we niggas
And that shit never gon' change
So stop the frontin', nigga, why you gunnin'?
‘Cause I promise we all of the same

[Chorus]
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas
All the same, we just pawnin' names
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas
All the same, we just pawnin' names
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas
All the same, we just pawnin' names
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?
I'm a nigga, you a nigga
He a nigga, man, we all niggas
All the same, we just pawnin' names
So why you gotta go and squeeze that trigger?

[Verse 2]
Niggas roast me, say I'm black as fuck
To be honest, I ain't black enough
I be blackin' out while you backin' up
They lookin' for the wall and our backs to touch
They made a mistake like the Magnum bust
Now they lookin' at us like the bastard son
See the opps on the block, grab the gats and guns
Find a lovin' mother, then clap her son
If I'm shootin' at you, and you shootin' at me
They shootin' at us, how the fuck we gon' survive?
If I'm shootin' at you, and you shootin' at me
They shootin' at us, how the fuck we gon' survive?
Niggas