HOMXCIDE! Lyrics

Big talk 40 on my hip I make that rib talk

That blast shit

That fucking around and bash shit

That fuck it break her back in

Pussy caught him lackin

They say zeez been out the picture

Nah I'm focused on my fashion

Fuck you talking bout

Pussy wanna try me

Run it by me

Gotta knock him out

I got tunnel vision

Catch my eye but gotta block it out

Put him in the lines

He step inside the way I'm box him out

I don't really think you would survive

Inside the jungle town

Classy

Fuck her in the backseat

This ricky coat expensive

Don't you touch me boy you nasty

I been getting flashy

Yo ass looking trashy

Pussy getting scared he ran away to Tallahassee

That's what I'm talking about

I got heavy choppas on my person gotta pop em out

He enter the belly of the beast and he ain't walking out

I'm from 405 learn to survive or you won't make it out

His ass look at me like he is down but he is copping out

I can never trust you on a lick if you ain't shot it out

Why you pull up on me wit no stick no we don't talk it out

If you wanna try me as a bitch then we can lock it out

His ass throw a punch but he gon miss

So bitch I knock him out