Homies

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag, yeah

My dawg just dropped this shit off

Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah

You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE)

[Verse 1]

Fly high, that's no lie

Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin'

Gotta get this money and you know ain't no stallin'

Know I'm in the trap, I'm a real trap-a-holic

I'ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it

And I got shooters, they poppin'

Get a nigga money, know them niggas feelin' cocky

I'm a big dawg so you know I'm extra cocky

Too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy

I don't listen to no stop sign, who the fuck gon' stop me?

You know how we rock, you know how we rockin'

Paradise East got that bitch poppin'

4L Gang the only gang that I'm in

You know that's my dawg, that's my dawg, that's my twin

Time for the smoke, pull up, nigga, I'm hoppin' in

Same shit been goin' on ever since we was kids

Shit so rock solid, hope my niggas don't forget

Ever since I got that money, niggas changed on me

Not my same homies

I'm out here feelin' lonely

These bitch niggas my homies?

Well why they hatin' on me?

Damn, man, I see it on him, he didn't really want me

To have it on me, keep it on me, it stay on me

Pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely

Money, that's my friend (Okay)

All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end, yeah

[Chorus]

Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me

Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie

Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies

Nigga bitched on me, I know they switched on me

Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie

Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie

Real shit, homie, you're not my homie

Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

[Verse 2]

I cannot believe what they think of me

This shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me

This shit ain't safe for these niggas to me

You know you switched two sides, know you got to die

I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied

Know I let them bullets straight fly

Blowin' up your block, soundin' like Fourth of July

My New Years resolution make sure that you niggas die

Let money fly, fallin' out the sky

Bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour

Taste like some old food, yeah, this shit sour

I send you nothin' but flowers

No crown, that's no coward, gon' be dead in a hour

Send them threats, know I send 'em back

Shooters comin' for that money, know they got to kill a man

Out for this money, he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands

Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco, nigga do it fast

Do that fast, do him bad

[Chorus]

Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me

Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie

Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies

Nigga bitched on me, I know they switched on me

Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie

Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie

Real shit, homie, you're not my homie

Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

[Outro]

Hmm, that's the end of that shit