Homicide Lyrics

Fuck 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

Fuck 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

Fuck 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

Fuck 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