Homicide
My mama called me on the phone tonight
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
When I was walking, they ain't offer rides
Even when I was locked up, they wasn't sending kites
Everybody acting like they down to ride
But who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Just copped the Benz, bought one for mama too
And my dawggy with me like he Marmaduke
I heard your mans got murked, that's what that karma do
Really banging from the dirt, that ain't just on these tunes
Charger S, it was a Hell, and then I dropped the coupe
Packs up in the mail, like how I got them through
At first, the work touched down and then I got it moved
For you to win, at first you gotta lose
My mama called me on the phone tonight
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to go
I'm stepping for Lil P, because that was my bro
I done caught a nigga slipping, I was on the road
I just hit a three, I think I'm on a roll
And I'm balling so damn hard, I'm finna catch a throw
And shawty say I'm saucy, now I'm in her throat
She gone let me toss it, then I flip her over
This is not a Honda, bitch I'm in a Rover
Whipping SVR, I really own it
I been doing wrong and I admit it
My brother on the phone, he saying I been tripping
I done let my heart turn cold and I ain't got no feelings
My mama called me on the phone tonight
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
When I was walking, they ain't offer rides
Even when I was locked up, they wasn't sending kites
Everybody acting like they down to ride
But who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Just copped the Benz, bought one for mama too
And my dawggy with me like he Marmaduke
I heard your mans got murked, that's what that karma do
Really banging from the dirt, that ain't just on these tunes
Charger S, it was a Hell, and then I dropped the coupe
Packs up in the mail, like how I got them through
At first, the work touched down and then I got it moved
For you to win, at first you gotta lose
My mama called me on the phone tonight
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to go
I'm stepping for Lil P, because that was my bro
I done caught a nigga slipping, I was on the road
I just hit a three, I think I'm on a roll
And I'm balling so damn hard, I'm finna catch a throw
And shawty say I'm saucy, now I'm in her throat
She gone let me toss it, then I flip her over
This is not a Honda, bitch I'm in a Rover
Whipping SVR, I really own it
I been doing wrong and I admit it
My brother on the phone, he saying I been tripping
I done let my heart turn cold and I ain't got no feelings
My mama called me on the phone tonight
She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"
I'm used to hitting licks to get me right
So I got to keep a pistol on my side
And if you run up on me, it's a homicide
Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride
When you come around me, boy you know the vibes
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?
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Writer(s): Michael Errar
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