Homicide

F*ck round wit me that get you shot up I got 2 shooters they gone pop up Eh ha ha And they gone pop up on yo ass Let go F*ck round wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up) I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot) I️ herd you talking like you big man (Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea) Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya) Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya) So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang) Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang Glock 19, 15 shots make your head rock You wit your crew AR-15 make them heads drops I️ ain't no killer but for my money I️ let it bang Ain't scared to be all alone so I️ don't need the gang If shit get strange I call'em up and they on the way You in the way you get removed just like a stain Bullets fly like flocks of birds they came to hurt We doing dirt we hit the trap then put in work I️ got a son that's on the way So I️ can see my baby boy won't hesitate to spray Finger on the trigger imma squeeze like hug Only difference is I️ don't show no love, give no fucks I️ swoop down on'em like Hawks Nina I️ love when she talks You don't wanna hear then kick rocks Or she'll put your body box Nigga you chicken like pox I️ get you shots like a doctor Medevac you wit a chopper All bets on Br8ker is proper yea F*ck round wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up) I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot) I️ herd you talking like you big man (Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea) Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya) Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya) So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang) Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang Call up my goons to pull a homi Wave of bullets at your home that a tsunami Or set you up by a chick who be hottie She tie you up then my shooters come catch a body We get rid of these characters like backspace or delete Got to many people out here who is depending on me So I️ can't not meet defeat, I️ will not take no more L's If you trying to take me out my heater send ur ass to hell Nick nack patty wack give a nigga bullet holes Put one in his dome now he looking like a dolphin But his body in the deep blue yea the ocean Twin Nina's on me yea I️ call these girls the Olsen's They something like a therapist known to get you open Barrel smoking Don't provoke me or the consequences have you laying in a ditch And nobody find ya body hiding bodies is my niche, bow F*ck around wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up) I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot) I️ herd you talking like you big man (Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea) Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya) Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya) So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang) Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang Bet on me and my goons for the homicide bang