[Intro]
Homicide
[Verse]
Hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556 like fire, fire, fire
Walked down, man down, homicide
Don't do all that talking, shut the fuck up and slide
Broke can't lead the broke, blind can't lead the blind
Cuz must've told me that shit a thousand times
Stick on me, that's for any occasion
She like "Papi I love you, you know you my baby"
.556 put a bitch on the pavement
I ain't the one that a bitch finna play with
You ain't gotta lie to me baby, just say it
Let me trap out your house, I'mma pay off the neighbours
My bitch say she crip, I'm really with ?
I don't want handouts, you can keep all your favours
I jump in my Audi, I turn to a racer
I'm shooting like Miller way back on the Pacers
.556 hit a bitch with the laser
.556 hit the shit out your taper
When I'm on the boot, I don't really like to say much
Mama didn't buy me J's even though she tried to save up
.556 swiss cheese a nigga face up
You know she a whore, ain't no way you can save her
Hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556, razorblade get to chop shit
I ain't gone lie, fell in love with a jigga
I love how it feel when the boot in my system
My bitch don't like it, she think I be tripping
I crack the wokesha, a deuce on my kidney
Roxy 15 tan the fuck out my vision
It's starting to get nasty, I'm still finna sip it
I love when she straight, I don't need you to hit it
I know if it's pure, why you try to remix it
I'm stuck in my Audi, keep backing my feet up
I crack me a dutch and I roll me some weed up
The bubbly meet with a case of amnesia
You told me you love me, so why would you leave me
I pick up my phone and you telling me that you need me
You drop your addy, in the Audi I'm speeding
You act like a nat and you looking for reasons
Don't start saying shit when you know you don't mean it
.556 knock off a bitch frontal
Pap Birdman, I'm the number one stunna
I know these pussy niggas wanna see me under
Can't see me nigga, like Stevie Wonder
Never been in a band, but a young nigga drumming
I empty and reload a whole other hundred
Percocets and another line have never stung me
Margiela stepping over snakes like Jumanji
.556s leave a nigga funky
I'm in the club, you know I snuck my gun in
When I walk in the room all the bitches be on me
Money rag to the side baby, that's how I'm coming
I got my own mind, you ain't telling me nothing
My glick on me when I walk in the function
Get love in the hood 'cause my bags humongous
For the first to the eighth, this bitch go bonkers
Baby girl got an ass like she came out a donkey
She keep asking me sips of my water
Scared as the fuck she might have a convulsion
When your bitch around me, I ain't keeping her sober
She suck good enough, I'mma buy her clothes
I bend her ass over and stroke with emotion
