Homicide
Be careful with bitches, all these bitches is diggers
They say she love you forever, next thing be fucking yo' nigga
Need a bitch to get with it that's why I need me a Mrs
I just fuck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi
Shawty say she 300 and she all bout Diddy
She say she scared of them D boys well shorty that's how I'm living
Either fame or cars it wouldn't make me no difference
I just copped me a bird and I ain't talking 'bout twitter
Light skin red bone, peanut butter, no jar
Up, maybe cool as a fan or either ducking the tar
This the life that I'm living, I want part of it all
I'm like a star to 'em all so I target 'em all
Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Louie and Prada
True Religion's or Rockin's, Ralph Lauren's or Robin's
Ain't gotta stunt cause I got 'em, soon as they drop in, I cop in
Leave the law with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it, left two years, I been trapping
You addicted to bitches and I'm addicted to rapping
All white Pelle is leather, looking just like the napkin
All my niggas they drilling
They say that we be trapping, let's get it
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, four, we homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K-9 bitch, they some dogs
That Mac'll knock his top off, that SS, drop this top off
Run up and you get dropped off
LL but no Cool J, my diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say too late
I'm at his head like toupées', a lot of niggas fugaze
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz 'cept I got like 4 chains
Police snatch, say no names, you talk and you get duct taped
What's it like to have that butt face, these hoes they in a duck race
Fuck me then fuck BJ, shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play, you pussies better behave
I'm running hoes like relays, let's get it
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, four, we homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
They say she love you forever, next thing be fucking yo' nigga
Need a bitch to get with it that's why I need me a Mrs
I just fuck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi
Shawty say she 300 and she all bout Diddy
She say she scared of them D boys well shorty that's how I'm living
Either fame or cars it wouldn't make me no difference
I just copped me a bird and I ain't talking 'bout twitter
Light skin red bone, peanut butter, no jar
Up, maybe cool as a fan or either ducking the tar
This the life that I'm living, I want part of it all
I'm like a star to 'em all so I target 'em all
Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Louie and Prada
True Religion's or Rockin's, Ralph Lauren's or Robin's
Ain't gotta stunt cause I got 'em, soon as they drop in, I cop in
Leave the law with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it, left two years, I been trapping
You addicted to bitches and I'm addicted to rapping
All white Pelle is leather, looking just like the napkin
All my niggas they drilling
They say that we be trapping, let's get it
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, four, we homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K-9 bitch, they some dogs
That Mac'll knock his top off, that SS, drop this top off
Run up and you get dropped off
LL but no Cool J, my diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say too late
I'm at his head like toupées', a lot of niggas fugaze
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz 'cept I got like 4 chains
Police snatch, say no names, you talk and you get duct taped
What's it like to have that butt face, these hoes they in a duck race
Fuck me then fuck BJ, shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play, you pussies better behave
I'm running hoes like relays, let's get it
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, its a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48, real life, four, we homicide
He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized
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Writer(s): Durk D Banks
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