FA5EBUSTER
Pew, pew-pew, pew
Pew, pew-pew, pew
Oh, it's motherfuckin' Homixide
Ayy, fuck what you think
What? (Hol' up, hol' up)
Yeah (Uh)
Uh, my mind on a million
My mind on a whole 'nother shit, I'm on a trillion
Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin'
Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo)
Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat
Yeah, you know what I do
Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw"
Play in that bitch and I slide right through
Ha, yeah, you know my gang
Oh, yeah, it's Homixide
Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah)
We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha)
Oh, know what we do
Stack that paper, yeah, they threw
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide)
I keep a gun on my side and I'm latchin' my boots
Run up on my niggas, stompin' on you
Check at your statements, not leavin' a clue (Homixide, Homixide)
Look in the stars, it got panoramic roof
Takin' them drugs and I go to the moon
Grab your binoculars, watchin' the move
Play with my gang, you get put on the news (Homixide, Homixide)
Yellow tape, caution, Homixide ready to rock it
Know that we stay on the move
Countin' that money, that shit make my heart race
Come for the world, we can't lose
Huh, this shit gang ignited
Mali right beside me
Yeah, you know the five's in
Bitch, you know we locked in
Uh, my mind on a million
My mind on a whole level shit, I'm on a trillion
Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin' (Lil' boy trippin')
Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo)
Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat
Yeah, you know what I do
Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw"
Play in that bitch and I slide right through
Ha, yeah, you know my gang
Oh, yeah, it's Homixide
Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah)
We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha)
Oh, know what we do
Stack that paper, yeah, they threw
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide)
Pew, pew-pew, pew
Oh, it's motherfuckin' Homixide
Ayy, fuck what you think
What? (Hol' up, hol' up)
Yeah (Uh)
Uh, my mind on a million
My mind on a whole 'nother shit, I'm on a trillion
Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin'
Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo)
Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat
Yeah, you know what I do
Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw"
Play in that bitch and I slide right through
Ha, yeah, you know my gang
Oh, yeah, it's Homixide
Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah)
We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha)
Oh, know what we do
Stack that paper, yeah, they threw
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide)
I keep a gun on my side and I'm latchin' my boots
Run up on my niggas, stompin' on you
Check at your statements, not leavin' a clue (Homixide, Homixide)
Look in the stars, it got panoramic roof
Takin' them drugs and I go to the moon
Grab your binoculars, watchin' the move
Play with my gang, you get put on the news (Homixide, Homixide)
Yellow tape, caution, Homixide ready to rock it
Know that we stay on the move
Countin' that money, that shit make my heart race
Come for the world, we can't lose
Huh, this shit gang ignited
Mali right beside me
Yeah, you know the five's in
Bitch, you know we locked in
Uh, my mind on a million
My mind on a whole level shit, I'm on a trillion
Lil' boy, put them racks up, boy, you trippin' (Lil' boy trippin')
Lil' boy, put them sticks up, boy, got plenty (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, we got Rambo, chopper gon' make 'em limbo (Limbo)
Chopper make man get low, huh, fur the color in my coat
Yeah, you know what I do
Tell 'em one time, "Yeah, they threw"
Play in that bitch and I slide right through
Ha, yeah, you know my gang
Oh, yeah, it's Homixide
Oh (What?), bitch, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics and the liars (Yeah)
We shootin' right on 'em guys (Haha)
Oh, know what we do
Stack that paper, yeah, they threw
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue, uh (Homixide)
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Writer(s): Keyon Thomas, Demetrius Chatman, Stephon Browne
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