Homicide
(I love you I just, Let go)
Hello?
You know I'm just tryna get that shit together right baby?
Baby I was just working
Sick of this shit that we going through hurting
Hit me a lick with a stick with no permit
Washed his block up had to slide off so urgent ouuuu
I'm the coldest nigga that you ever knew
Got the brokest heart that done ever grew
Caught my first case before I started school
I ain't even do what I wanna do Handle my own beefs
I was outside on my lonely
Don't celebrate holidays if I ain't have my glizzy then I would be lonely
Eat a nigga face if he playing with my cake leave him gone with no trace
Fucked up in the morning ain't have no hot plates ain't nowhere to stay
Got a glizzy with a foregrip AR with a bump stock I might catch a case
Bitch I'm hangin with my thugs and we hangin with them cuttas
I ain't worried bout a fade
Bitch I seen so many bodies drop
I think I lost my soul now I'm tryna get paid
Sittin in the cut with the Four'Five
Yeah I'm really tripping with the Four'Five
Hanging with them killas yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Fucking with Omertà it be suicide
Fucking with my brada yeah we finna ride
Bitch I got a cutta yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Shoot Around the block And I catch me a opp
And I'm not gonna stop Cause I got me a glock
And I make that bitch pop
And I make that bitch roll like I'm pose to
And I got me a pole And I hang in the cold
So it's under my coat make a lil boy float
And bitch I'm cut throat So a nigga kick doors
When a nigga go broke like I'm pose to
I got some youngins that put yo brains on the ceiling
It's a wonderful feeling when they do it because they ain't got no feelings
And they shooting just for couple of pennies
And they pooted on a couple of pigeons
And they moving just for hundreds and fifties
And ain't moving unless them hunters is with me
And ain't stopping til the devil come get me Ouuuuu
Sittin in the cut with the Four'Five
Yeah I'm really tripping with the Four'Five
Hanging with them killas yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Fucking with Omertà it be suicide
Fucking with my brada yeah we finna ride
Bitch I got a cutta yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Hello?
You know I'm just tryna get that shit together right baby?
Baby I was just working
Sick of this shit that we going through hurting
Hit me a lick with a stick with no permit
Washed his block up had to slide off so urgent ouuuu
I'm the coldest nigga that you ever knew
Got the brokest heart that done ever grew
Caught my first case before I started school
I ain't even do what I wanna do Handle my own beefs
I was outside on my lonely
Don't celebrate holidays if I ain't have my glizzy then I would be lonely
Eat a nigga face if he playing with my cake leave him gone with no trace
Fucked up in the morning ain't have no hot plates ain't nowhere to stay
Got a glizzy with a foregrip AR with a bump stock I might catch a case
Bitch I'm hangin with my thugs and we hangin with them cuttas
I ain't worried bout a fade
Bitch I seen so many bodies drop
I think I lost my soul now I'm tryna get paid
Sittin in the cut with the Four'Five
Yeah I'm really tripping with the Four'Five
Hanging with them killas yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Fucking with Omertà it be suicide
Fucking with my brada yeah we finna ride
Bitch I got a cutta yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Shoot Around the block And I catch me a opp
And I'm not gonna stop Cause I got me a glock
And I make that bitch pop
And I make that bitch roll like I'm pose to
And I got me a pole And I hang in the cold
So it's under my coat make a lil boy float
And bitch I'm cut throat So a nigga kick doors
When a nigga go broke like I'm pose to
I got some youngins that put yo brains on the ceiling
It's a wonderful feeling when they do it because they ain't got no feelings
And they shooting just for couple of pennies
And they pooted on a couple of pigeons
And they moving just for hundreds and fifties
And ain't moving unless them hunters is with me
And ain't stopping til the devil come get me Ouuuuu
Sittin in the cut with the Four'Five
Yeah I'm really tripping with the Four'Five
Hanging with them killas yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Fucking with Omertà it be suicide
Fucking with my brada yeah we finna ride
Bitch I got a cutta yeah it's do or die
Homicide Homicide Homicide
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Jackson
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