Letra de TF! - Homixide Gang

(Feat. Destroy Lonely, Biggaveli)

​(Fuck outta here, artist)

(Y'all are now tuning into my nigga artist, fuck nigga) Gang

What? Fuck they gon' say? Gang, yeah

Homixide, fuck a nigga gon' say?

What? Fuck they gon' say?

What? Yeah

What the fuck they gon' say, yeah, when I hop out the cut with that blick? (That blick)

What the fuck they gon' say when I walk-down with that stick? (That stick)

Hundred round drum on that bitch (Hundred round drum on that bitch)

Shoot out that bitch, let it click (Grrah, yeah)

Homixide Gang, we too rich (Homixide, Homixide)

We gotta get bro out the fence

Stackin' this chicken and rockin' these shows (What?), you know we ain't worried 'bout shit

I call up Givenchy and put on a ho, yeah (What?), she swallow my kids at the pent' (What?)

Double down with two blicks (Homixide, Homixide)

Never trustin' a bitch (Nah)

Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide), yeah

Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide, upside-down shit hit)

Beam on that bitch, it's a stick (Beam on that bitch, it's a stick)

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Homixide, Homixide)

Huh, I put my lil' bitch in some Ricks (Put her in Ricks)

I put my lil' bro on a lick (Bro on lick)

Huh, we snotty nose, snotty nose quick (Snotty, snotty)

Life all about takin' some risks

Smoke out the trucks and the drivers be with it

What the fuck they gon' say? Smoke yo' bro to the face, when them jakes get behind me, I highspeed the chase

What the fuck they gon' say when them guns get to blazin'? Told 'em, "Fuck the investigators, stay out the way"

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Uh, I just hit this sidebitch, yeah, now I'm tryna fuck her friend

Huh, finna just get on that jet, yeah, I'm 'bout to just land in France

Spent like twenty-five hundred on jeans, put my Glock in the pocket of them pants

I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, she a X fiend, yeah, but she ain't poppin' no Xans

I got baguettes, they wet as fuck, yes, they hangin' right off of my neck

I got your ho tryna come have sex, and she throwin' up my set, O

No, you cannot try my gang (You cannot try my gang)

Niggas ain't even seen a bale (Seen a bale)

Thuggin' shit in every spot (Yeah), got me tight, tryna hide the smell (Tryna hide the smell)

I already know who come and get it (Who come and get it), soon as I fuck, told 'em I bought a bale

Niggas ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc', last nigga tried this shit, he pale

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

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