Homicide

[Intro] (Bueller) My nigga Pharris (Band) Life ain't no joke (Victoriouz) Keep your eyes open, nigga (Bandkamp) [Verse 1] Be careful with bitches, all these bitches is diggers They say she love you forever, next thing, be fuckin' your nigga Need a bitch to get with it, that's why I need me a misses I just fuck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi Shorty say she 300 and she all 'bout debit She said she scared of them D-boys, well, shorty, that's how I'm livin' Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no different I just caught me a bird and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter Light skin, redbone, peanut butter, no jar Or maybe cool as a fan or either darker than tar This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all I'm like a star to a mall, so I target 'em all Dolce Gabbana, Gucci, Louis, or Prada True Religions or Rockins, Ralph Laurens or Robbins I ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em, soon as they droppin', I'm coppin' Lead the lot with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign 2013, I got it, last two years, I've been trappin' You addicted to bitches and I'm addicted to rappin' All-white Pelle is leather, lookin' just like a napkin All my niggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin', let's get it [Chorus] Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized [Verse 2] I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K9 blitz, they some dogs That MAC'll knock his top off That [?] had dropped his top off Run up and you get dropped off LL button up, no Cool J My diamonds red like Kool-Aid My Rollie watch say, "Too late" I'm mad as head like toupees A lot of niggas fugaz' I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz Except for I got like four chains Police snatch, say no names You talkin', you get duct tape What's like to have that butt face? These hoes, they in the duck race Fuck me, then fuck BJ, shout out to the DJ In the field where we play You pussies better behave I'm runnin' hoes like relays, let's get it [Chorus] Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized [Outro] Free Twin Free Bruh Bruh