Big Homie Lyrics

My big homie called me said he on the run

Caught a black bag another body on his gun

He told me keep goin cuzz you the chosen one

Let a nigga try you won't hesi i'll put a whole in sum

It's 50 in it when AC pull up with the drum

He said it's money out here rippy go & get you some

No We can't have fun if we don't all have funds

We can go to war with everybody we got mad guns

But I been in the studio my project almost half done

Trust me y'all niggas gon be good when that bag come

I be smokin mad weed I think I'm on my last lung

Always rollin up another my high it don't last long

Cause I be thinking bout the pain

My niggas in them chains

A couple niggas in a grave

And they ain't see today

So I gotta pray everytime that a nigga wake

We eatin over here self serve nigga fix ya plate

My big homie a young nigga

But he slump niggas

Robbed the robbers

And sold drugs to the drug dealers

Never met some thugs realer

It's all love nigga

9 4 7 Trey

Cutthroat mafia

U Can't break us the twins made us it's no stopping us

And most these niggas only crippin because it's popular

You still couldn't see where we coming from with binoculars

Chest neck head how we aim when we pop at cha

You said want it my nigga what's stopping ya

My heart cold and I bleed blue

30 on the glizzy and its see thru

If you got knocced and ain't snitch nigga free you

All we know is eat when we see food

Body language like a book understand we could read you

That fake love transparent & boy you real see thru

The Big homies stamped me

They ridin for the cuzz like banshees

Yell yup yup & watch em all stampede

We ain't a gang we a family