Letra de Real Rockstar Trapper Shit* - Homixide Gang

Woo

(Niggas be cappin' in they rhyme, they lyin', tell 'em to spin the block)

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide

Yeah, niggas be cappin' in they rhyme, they lyin'

Talm' 'bout they slid the block (What?)

He ain't even got no Glock (What?)

He ain't even how to pop (What?)

And he wanna talk on the phone (What?), nigga now must be a cop (What?)

Gettin' they [?] ass on (What?)

'Fore they to pop his top (What?)

(Homixide, Homixide)

You walkin' this [?] drac'in you niggas

You standing on nigga, we smakin' you niggas (What?)

You said you want a bag? We taxin' you niggas

We gettin' shit done, we gettin' it quicker

Soon as we jump out the stage (What?), we need our figures

I told lil' bro to the face, we standin' these niggas

Yeah, pour up, yeah, for the pain, yeah, I miss my niggas

Yeah this Gen ready to aim, don't touch me nigga

Yeah, niggas be cappin' in they rhyme, they lyin'

Talm' 'bout they slid the block (What?)

He ain't even got no Glock (What?)

He ain't even how to pop (What?)

And he wanna talk on the phone (What?), nigga now must be a cop (What?)

Gettin' they [?] ass on (What?)

'Fore they to pop his top (What?)

(Homixide, Homixide)

We on rockstar trapper shit, We on rockstar trapper shit

We on rockstar trapper shit, We on rockstar trapper shit

Sneakin' the Glocks in (Homixide, Homixide)

Sneakin' the Glocks in (Homixide, Homixide)

Sneakin' the Glocks in (Homixide, Homixide)

Sneakin' the Glocks in (Homixide, Homixide)

Oh, you ain't think we got sticks? (Homixide, Homixide)

Oh, you ain't think we got sticks? (Homixide, Homixide)

Oh, you ain't think we got sticks? (Homixide, Homixide)

Oh, you ain't think we got sticks? (Homixide, Homixide)

Just pull up (Homixide, Homixide)

Just pull up (Homixide, Homixide)

Just pull up (Homixide, Homixide)

Just pull up (Homixide, Homixide)

Yeah, niggas be cappin' in they rhyme, they lyin'

Talm' 'bout they slid the block (What?)

He ain't even got no Glock (What?)

He ain't even how to pop (What?)

And he wanna talk on the phone (What?), nigga now must be a cop (What?)

Gettin' they [?] ass on (What?)

'Fore they to pop his top (What?)

(Homixide, Homixide)

You ain' never [?] before and let it lock

You know how it feel running on yo' opp and lettin' off shots

Niggas be playin' games then run to the cops

Can't forget 'bout the steppers, we bailin' 'em out

It's a [?] Homixide, and we sellin' out

[?] go get the furnace, I'm sendin' off shots

We gon' go get the bags and we taxin' his ass

Come short on our money, we wackin' his ass

Hop on the E-way with the racks in the bag

Got sticks in the box, man, we ready to crash

We ready to step with the devil inside

Kick shit in, I be sellin' the five

I be high on H5, I be sellin' 'em that

Yeah, niggas be cappin' in they rhyme, they lyin'

Talm' 'bout they slid the block (What?)

He ain't even got no Glock (What?)

He ain't even how to pop (What?)

And he wanna talk on the phone (What?), nigga now must be a cop (What?)

Gettin' they [?] ass on (What?)

'Fore they to pop his top (What?)

(Woo)

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