Slim 400 – Nerd Niggaz

Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
This swag I got is contagious
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
Just me & my niggas
European wheels headed back to the brans
Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him
Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
[Hook]
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Just me & my niggas
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape

[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Back to the brans
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby

Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’

Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
Back to the brans
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
[Verse 2: YG]
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
[Hook]

Them yellow lights I zoom past them
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas

Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something

Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
That’s that L.A. shit, you know I’m talking about
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
Back to the brans
No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
Just me & my niggas
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
[Hook]
Shit
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10