Bonafide

[Intro]

Nigga, I'm bonafide, nigga, homicide, ain't nothin' to prove

Jada baby, this the view (Sniper Gang, Sniper Gang)

Glee, glee

Trust

Post up with a real nigga, bae (Trust me, 1800)

Glee

Ayy

[Chorus]

Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove

Certified, ain't nothin' fu'

Hundred-round, I might pack a tool

Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose

I don't like when you with that dude

I feel like you should leave that fool

Side niggas got feelings too

I feel like I'm your nigga too

Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove

Certified, ain't nothin' fu'

Hundred-round, I might pack a tool

Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose

I don't like when you with that dude

I feel like you should leave that fool

Side niggas got feelings too

I feel like I'm your nigga too

[Verse]

I feel like I need more than him

I feel like I need way more M's

You deserve like way more friendly

I deserve like way more time

Thank you, Lord, keep lettin' me fly

Even though I'm committin' these crimes

All I know, I be slingin' this iron

I should do like way more time

I deserve like way more money

Finally, I be gettin' my shine

Minimizin' all my guys

Realizin' niggas be lyin'

Realizin' bitches be fake

Ran in your door, I get down with the K

Lovin' your ho, keep a smile on her face

Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake

Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake up

I be on FaceTime with you with no makeup

I be on FaceTime with you when you work

I like to be the lil' reason you smirk

I'm that nigga that you call when you wake up

Obviously, you want me to be first

Where the hell that nigga be when you hurt?

We gon' survive in these streets, man, it's worse

Ain't scared of shit, but I still go to church

Sent a hundred, tell that boy free Durk

Since a youngin, done got a bunch of shit murked

Fuck 'em, I ain't puttin' nothin' in a verse

Kutthroat Business, killers know my work

Is you pissed? Don't owe you nothin' when you skrrt

In the back of the Bentley bustin' off a Perc'

All my niggas in prison, yours in the dirt

[Chorus]

Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove (Yeah)

Certified, ain't nothin' fu' (Uh-huh)

Hundred-round, I might pack a tool (Yeah)

Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose

I don't like when you with that dude

I feel like you should leave that fool

Side niggas got feelings too

I feel like I'm your nigga too

Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove

Certified, ain't nothin' fu'

Hundred-round, I might pack a tool

Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose

I don't like when you with that dude

I feel like you should leave that fool

Side niggas got feelings too

I feel like I'm your nigga too

[Outro]

Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam (Bill, yeah)

Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam

Yeah, this sound like the one

Never be able to smash shit

KTB, Kutthroat Business, Kutthroat Bill, kill that boy, kill that bitch too

And kill that baby

Fuck it, fuck it

Throw the baby in the oven, yeah

Throw that baby in the ocean, yeah