Itz a Homi

100 Dollar bills got a big hold
On that bytch soul
She blow pole and setting up my Dayum that bytch cold
She bring hos back for her bro
Swear I luv that bytch
Juz like my homeboys n nuthen more
We thug it out that's it
We went half on a gyro
Back when we ain't have shit
I went sav on them kilos
She helped me hold my bricks
And you know that she the drive Whenever I do a hit
Cuz that's my bytch cut her in my lix She look out while I pitch
She drilled niggaz bout my name
So goofy don't b talken shit
We got steamers in the cut
And that's merch nigga
You dudez got fingaz in yo butt
When off the turf nigga
Move back
Looking at guyz like dolla signs
A dotted line is all that's needed
And me n shorty high n gone n slide
I been waiting for niggaz to want this nigga dead
I woulda this one for free but we got 10gz instead yea

Itz a homi baby
Itz a homi
Don't leave no evidence
But itz a body
Itz a homi baby
Itz a homi
Don't leave no evidence
But itz a body



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Writer(s): Ramone Johnson
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