Homicide Lyrics

What

Here we go trapping again

I hit her once

I hit her twice

I'm in the wraith with some twins

You a bitch you never gonna slide

When your mans need help all you do is cry and hide

That's a sign for you to stay out the field

I know a couple niggas that will catch a homicide

It's time, pop me a pill

I ain't gonna stop till I reach me a mill

I was finna up him but Brodie said chill

Niggas know wassup I kill with a skill like

Feeling like gotit I pop me a perk

Shooting like a maverick I'm looking like dirk

Talking back to gang I know them Bullets gonna hurt

You outta place you can be put in the dirt like

There's no beef there's not gonna be no static

I'm just gonna make you disappear like some magic

Up on the news they said that it was a tragic

When it's war time I shoot through the fabric

These niggas bitches they talking through pillars

Might as well post it on insta or twitter

Jacking these chains I'm a 8 figure nigga

After the dub i smoke me a swisher

What

Here we go trapping again

I hit her once

I hit her twice

I'm in the wraith with some twins

You a bitch you never gonna slide

When your mans need help all you do is cry and hide

That's a sign for you to stay out the field

I know a couple niggas that will catch a homicide

Niggas quiet I make a opp move

Your homie a bitch it grows through your roots

Niggas know wassup I stay with the troops

Put a opp in a blunt then we lighting a fuse like

Like wassup your mans just got jacked

Where's the get back

I guess you ain't wit that shit, stop wit the chitchat

Shoots got fired who got the last laugh like

Bodies got found it got dumped in that pool

You taking tuff you got sticks I got tools

So you have bitches you think that you cool

You ain't talking money so must be a fool

You happy that you caught you a body

I do this shit for fun you can call it a hobby

When I box I'm looking like rocky

I'm loving the head she do it so sloppy

You don't got bread you pulling a front

This ain't no movie so why you pulling a stunt

Your homie got popped now you screaming what happened

Now the dead homie all up in your caption

When I spin im in a G wagon

Spraying the opps, I spray with a passion

You want a body you know that we taxing

You looking for attention you need a reaction

That's tuff, you didn't get it

Capping about money that's shots at your fitted

Bullets fuck up his Legs and his spirits

Bread be flowing they say that I'm gifted

Shiesty on it finna get wicked

Niggas mad that I'm really on timing

Laughing at the opps cause they really be dying

At the end of the day you crying I'm smiling

What

Here we go trapping again

I hit her once

I hit her twice

I'm in the wraith with some twins

You a bitch you never gonna slide

When your mans need help all you do is cry and hide

That's a sign for you to stay out the field

I know a couple niggas that will catch a homicide