Niggvz by Roscoe Dash Lyrics

[Hook]
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s

[Verse 1]
G n****s please n****s
All of these n****s each n****s
Have somewhere my present grim as these n****s
They know but dealing what I need n****s
I got some styles you won’t believe n***a
But they don’t let you eat with them
Matrimony or the feed n***a
Cause I’m a come and trick or treat with you n***a
These n****s bitching like halloween
I only switch my designer jeans
I put my team on that type of swing
The rumors go out like a policy
260 (?) follow me
Bitches 69 in front of me
I got n****s that is going to want to be
I got n****s I don’t want to see
Honestly I got jersey’s hanging 10 yrs
That is worth the plan
When n****s with silent jerseys waiting when
N****s was out in Toronto with hermano
They out there impersonating
Man I heard you saying right before you
Murder for infatuation it is easy to talk
So murder infatuating
So now how much murder in front your face
[Hook]
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G****s

[Verse 2]
I can’t fuck with n****s like I’m jacking off
Smoking like I’m Usher off
Put the weed out on a n***a thought
Fuck you thought jack it off
Put the weed out on a n***a thoughts
Fuker thought what you thought
Deck it out I’m through with n****s
Sleep so we ain’t heard it yet but
I kill these beasty little murder cap you
Keep these n***a I murder them
My people speaking in blood
Fuck what they have up
All this shit up my body uh
My musical orchestra mode
My orchestra always high and perpetual
We turn that designer to guns
I got that load that you can’t keep
That’s why you can’t see none of us
Oh you don’t want fuck with it’s mr brush
It’s back to pack it up I must have missed
That messing with happy n****s looking
Laughing quit the zibby jabbing
Before I get to jacking shit up
These n****s are from the men in black
Outer space they ain’t taking that
They ain’t touching that side of the brain
Aim like came like you can bring that shit back
[Hook]
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s


[Verse 3]
I’m smokin' purple
I’m sipping purple
Use to pray for times like this
Patients a virtue
You know who you fucking with
No don’t act confused
You can never be this biff
Can’t take this shoes
I never see these n****s snoring
This shit gets boring
I might just hop off this tour and
Pull up like door man
My new bitch she is alluring
Just looking foreign
Who the hell you think she with
When she ignoring
She will be spiffing
She exploring
Receiving blessings
With the jelling in my time
Feeling like I learn my lesson
Hey they see me come home
I put weight on me
Who I think they going to hate on me
My n***a I’m living your daddy dream
My blunt in my cup they have gasoline
[Hook]
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
G n****s
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
They ain’t fucking with me
G n****s