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[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