Homies (feat. Young Trov)

Doing this shit for homies
My brothers are homies
My boo is homie
My momma is homie
Trying to make everything
Hold em under my wings
Get food on their plate
Money thing what I wanna make
Don't wanna see em down
Like I was
When people see me around
They know I'm fucking dog
And u really don't wanna play
Stay out of my way
Cuz I'm keeping them safe
My way is place
Where u not gonna long stay
Long stay
Bitch I'll be protecting even brothers from LA
My loyalty to em
Is like bitches doing everything for gram
Talk about em and I'll be behind ur back damn

Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese
Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese

Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese
Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese

No limits bitch I'm down for my niggas
Moving with them flock of birds I get down with them killas
I put the crew onto the game and now we drown in them figgaz
Keep the circle tight moving round with the Phillips
Blazzing through yo hood on my lonely glitching with the k
Russet over the nose we coming through to demonstrate
Yea we all eating circle loaded like a dinner plate
Passing dimes like a guard you should see how I facilitate
So creative with this shit we leave little room to innovate
It is nothing to assimilate Everything eliminate we do not discriminate
trust it boy we been a ape like napalm I disintegrate keep burning to obliterate
I said I ride for the homies push the line for the homies
Hoes wanna catch a vibe ima slide with the homies
See I move with the real you can ride with foonies
Cut from a different cloth no switching sides on the homies

Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese
Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese

Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese
Doing that for homies
Runnin for that cheese



Credits
Writer(s): Young Trov
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