Homicide (feat. Nolacc RB)
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah
Shhhhh NoLimit
Uh
Uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, bitch
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'? (Man why you talkin?)
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get a coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin'
Bodies droppin' (Droppin')
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (They get to chalkin')
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get yo ass a fuckin' coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin' (On God, yeah)
Bodies droppin'
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Shhhhhh, NoLimit)
Yeah, now that's a bet (Yeah that's a bet)
Two shots to yo' head three to yo' neck so you won't need a vest (Won't need a vest)
That's the treatment all my opps gon' get so don't ask me "who's next?" (So don't ask)
Yo' time will come to you I promise just keep talkin on the net (The net!)
You'll see me soon like I been out of town
Then we come back around (Come back around)
We got them chops and Glocks gon' gun 'em down
They put you underground (Underground)
They said I wasn't like that but since then bitch I ain't heard a sound
(Ain't heard a sound)
'Til that choppa blow that bitch get loud
I'm finna pop a clown (Clown!)
Iron on me Tony Stark
Choppa bite you when it bark
I shoot to kill not leavin' marks
This 5.56 pierce his heart
Been a demon, from the start
Catch you lackin' when you park
We hit yo' head don't aim for cars
This choppa make you see the stars (Stars)
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'? (Man why you talkin?)
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get a coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin'
Bodies droppin' (Droppin')
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Gon' get to chalkin')
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get yo ass a fuckin' coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin' (On God, yeah)
Bodies droppin'
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Shhhhhh, NoLimit)
Aye, gang pass it to Nolacc (Nolacc)
Guarantee I'm 'bout to rap (Gon' rap)
These niggas always fake as hell (As hell)
That's why I ain't givin daps
Like Hood (Hood)
What you talkin' 'bout these niggas want the smoke for real? (For real?)
If I pull up with the steel, I'll split his head banana peel
These niggas never been up in the field (Uh huh)
They never did a drill (What)
Nigga ran up on me like a goofy popped 'em like a pill (Okay)
I shoot my shot aim for the head
I'm goin for the kill (The kill)
My young niggas just all about that action
They ain't got no chill (Whoo)
These niggas be missin 50 shots
They ain't got no skill (At all)
Caught that nigga lackin on the block made him run up hill (Haaah)
All the ops be actin really scared
That's just how I feel (For real)
Haha, RB you know the deal
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin
Haha
Yeah they better get that shit soon, on God
Bitch!
Man, I got No Limits man
There ain't no lackin' man
You already know what the fuckin' deal is
Let's go!
Grrrah
Shhhhh NoLimit
Uh
Uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, bitch
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'? (Man why you talkin?)
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get a coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin'
Bodies droppin' (Droppin')
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (They get to chalkin')
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get yo ass a fuckin' coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin' (On God, yeah)
Bodies droppin'
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Shhhhhh, NoLimit)
Yeah, now that's a bet (Yeah that's a bet)
Two shots to yo' head three to yo' neck so you won't need a vest (Won't need a vest)
That's the treatment all my opps gon' get so don't ask me "who's next?" (So don't ask)
Yo' time will come to you I promise just keep talkin on the net (The net!)
You'll see me soon like I been out of town
Then we come back around (Come back around)
We got them chops and Glocks gon' gun 'em down
They put you underground (Underground)
They said I wasn't like that but since then bitch I ain't heard a sound
(Ain't heard a sound)
'Til that choppa blow that bitch get loud
I'm finna pop a clown (Clown!)
Iron on me Tony Stark
Choppa bite you when it bark
I shoot to kill not leavin' marks
This 5.56 pierce his heart
Been a demon, from the start
Catch you lackin' when you park
We hit yo' head don't aim for cars
This choppa make you see the stars (Stars)
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'? (Man why you talkin?)
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get a coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin'
Bodies droppin' (Droppin')
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Gon' get to chalkin')
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin (Get yo ass a fuckin' coffin)
It ain't shit to call my bro up cop a Glock and get to poppin' (On God, yeah)
Bodies droppin'
Bring the bags out I bet feds gon' get to chalkin' (Shhhhhh, NoLimit)
Aye, gang pass it to Nolacc (Nolacc)
Guarantee I'm 'bout to rap (Gon' rap)
These niggas always fake as hell (As hell)
That's why I ain't givin daps
Like Hood (Hood)
What you talkin' 'bout these niggas want the smoke for real? (For real?)
If I pull up with the steel, I'll split his head banana peel
These niggas never been up in the field (Uh huh)
They never did a drill (What)
Nigga ran up on me like a goofy popped 'em like a pill (Okay)
I shoot my shot aim for the head
I'm goin for the kill (The kill)
My young niggas just all about that action
They ain't got no chill (Whoo)
These niggas be missin 50 shots
They ain't got no skill (At all)
Caught that nigga lackin on the block made him run up hill (Haaah)
All the ops be actin really scared
That's just how I feel (For real)
Haha, RB you know the deal
You know Hood been posted on that block so why you talkin'?
You ain't like that tell yo fam to buy yo ass a fuckin' coffin
Haha
Yeah they better get that shit soon, on God
Bitch!
Man, I got No Limits man
There ain't no lackin' man
You already know what the fuckin' deal is
Let's go!
Grrrah
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Writer(s): Zachary Hood
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