NiNO 5ROWN
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Huh
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide (what?)
Huh
Huh
Gang
We took us a jet to Milan, brought my bih from Tokyo (woo)
We're smokin' H5 for fun (H5), yeah, my eyes Japanese though (Japanese)
We're stackin' that shit to the floor (that shit), pesos all that we know (why?)
Blue cheese, all that we know, I'm stickin' to my brother like Pablo
Yeah, we're servin' that Nino Brown
Uh, we're shippin' that shit out of town
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the pound
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Get down and lay down or you gon' drown (Homixide, Homixide)
It's a Glock on my hip (what?), it hold 30 rounds
Mad love for my brothers, they're whippin'
She whippin' that dope in the kitchen
It's junkies inside of the kitchen
They're standing inside of a line
Ain't never signed up for no job
My mama knew I was gon' trap
She's smellin' that weed in her house
I hang with them boys from the block
I hang with them boys from the block
My niggas be lettin' off shots
My nigga don't ever cop out
Free problem up out of that box (yeah)
Free demon up out of that box
They're sittin' there, watching the clock
We're talkin' in codes on the phone
I love you, my nigga for life
I hang with them boys from the block
I hang with them boys from the block
Don't fuck with my twin, you get popped
We pull up and spray at your block
Free demon up out of that box
Free problem up out of that box
You know that we're bangin' that 5ive (5ive, Homixide)
We took us a jet to Milan, brought my bih from Tokyo (woo)
We're smokin' H5 for fun (H5), yeah, my eyes Japanese though (Japanese)
We're stackin' that shit to the floor (that shit), pesos all that we know (why?)
Blue cheese, all that we know, I'm stickin' to my brother like Pablo
Yeah, I'm servin' that Nino Brown
Uh, we're shippin' that shit out of town
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the pound
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Get down and lay down or you gon' drown (Homixide, Homixide)
It's a Glock on my hip (what?), it hold 30 rounds
What?
Huh
I'm servin' that Nino Brown
I'm servin' that-
Uh, I'm servin' that Nino Brown (beep, beep)
I'm servin' that Nino Brown
We're servin' that Nino Brown
We're shippin' that shit out of town
Homixide
Free problem and demon, bitch
Homixide Gang, bitch
Yeah
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide Gang
Huh
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide (what?)
Huh
Huh
Gang
We took us a jet to Milan, brought my bih from Tokyo (woo)
We're smokin' H5 for fun (H5), yeah, my eyes Japanese though (Japanese)
We're stackin' that shit to the floor (that shit), pesos all that we know (why?)
Blue cheese, all that we know, I'm stickin' to my brother like Pablo
Yeah, we're servin' that Nino Brown
Uh, we're shippin' that shit out of town
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the pound
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Get down and lay down or you gon' drown (Homixide, Homixide)
It's a Glock on my hip (what?), it hold 30 rounds
Mad love for my brothers, they're whippin'
She whippin' that dope in the kitchen
It's junkies inside of the kitchen
They're standing inside of a line
Ain't never signed up for no job
My mama knew I was gon' trap
She's smellin' that weed in her house
I hang with them boys from the block
I hang with them boys from the block
My niggas be lettin' off shots
My nigga don't ever cop out
Free problem up out of that box (yeah)
Free demon up out of that box
They're sittin' there, watching the clock
We're talkin' in codes on the phone
I love you, my nigga for life
I hang with them boys from the block
I hang with them boys from the block
Don't fuck with my twin, you get popped
We pull up and spray at your block
Free demon up out of that box
Free problem up out of that box
You know that we're bangin' that 5ive (5ive, Homixide)
We took us a jet to Milan, brought my bih from Tokyo (woo)
We're smokin' H5 for fun (H5), yeah, my eyes Japanese though (Japanese)
We're stackin' that shit to the floor (that shit), pesos all that we know (why?)
Blue cheese, all that we know, I'm stickin' to my brother like Pablo
Yeah, I'm servin' that Nino Brown
Uh, we're shippin' that shit out of town
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the pound
Uh, we're havin' this shit by the rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Get down and lay down or you gon' drown (Homixide, Homixide)
It's a Glock on my hip (what?), it hold 30 rounds
What?
Huh
I'm servin' that Nino Brown
I'm servin' that-
Uh, I'm servin' that Nino Brown (beep, beep)
I'm servin' that Nino Brown
We're servin' that Nino Brown
We're shippin' that shit out of town
Homixide
Free problem and demon, bitch
Homixide Gang, bitch
Yeah
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide Gang
Credits
Writer(s): Rok Curkovic, Demetrius Chatman, Keyon Thomas, F1lthy F1lthy
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