Homie (feat. Meek Mill)

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Dj Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm saying?

Thug signed DJ Carnage, you know what I'm saying ?

You know what I'm saying ****?

Ya dig? Ya dig?

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it

And I don't even pour it up

We pulling up foreign, we walk through the club

And the bitches they knowing us

This is for them **** that hated on me

And they drinkin' that Robitussin

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growing up

Player, oh you the homie

If you didn't tell then you the homie

If you got bail, then you the homie

If you not stale, then you the homie

Grew up with criminals, scandalous

Rocking Chanel, then you the bitch

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch

These **** they telling, they counterfeit

Put that fuck boy on the newspaper

In the sea with some tons strapped  to his ankles

Fuck ****, try me at any angle

I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel

Why you gone turn him into an angel?

Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel

Don't come around with the anger

You know everybody having bangels

If a pussy **** play with me

Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save 'em

I can get you whacked real easy

You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger

Pussy **** you're no danger

Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya

Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger

She'll close ranger you, hah

Drinking Tussin, **** slow it down

R.I.P to Troup, pour it out

They want me dead but I can't ever die

They living false, but I can never lie

Mob baby, baby I got ties

I want chicken wings on the side

You got higher dreams when you fly

Until then you're never near the sky

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it

And I don't even pour it up

We pulling up foreign, we walk through the club

And the bitches they knowing us

This is for them **** that hated on me

And they drinkin' that Robitussin

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growing up

Player, oh you the homie

If you didn't tell then you the homie

If you got bail, then you the homie

If you not stale, then you the homie

Grew up with criminals, scandalous

Rocking Chanel, then you the bitch

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch

These **** they telling, they counterfeit

You was the plug, then you the homie

You never tell, then you the homie

You know it's nothing but shooters on me

Them **** know and never moving on me

I keep a Mac in the Louis bag

Look like I got a computer on me

I'ma get back at your stupid ass

We gone whack you to better the sooner homie

I be fucking your Wednesday crush

I'm with that bitch and she drooling on me

All of that shit be made up

I'm popping and they making up rumors on me

She gone jump on this dick and maneuver on me

I'ma cut her a check and she gone do it for me

Even though my lil' bitches be used to money

Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money ****, whoa

I try the bales out in rainy weather

This a eight passing jet, this is no propeller

I'm a big dog, got my dogs with me, German Sheppard, uh

Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby Whitney

Can't let you go outside I just cannot let you dig it

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it

And I don't even pour it up

We pulling up foreign, we walk through the club

And the bitches they knowing us

This is for them **** that hated on me

And they drinkin' that Robitussin

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growing up

Player, oh you the homie

If you didn't tell then you the homie

If you got bail, then you the homie

If you not stale, then you the homie

Grew up with criminals, scandalous

Rocking Chanel, then you the bitch

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch

These **** they telling, they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a mother fucking ten thousand toe ring on

Know what I'm saying?

With some mother fucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch

Know what I'm saying?

With my tattoos on my toes too, by the way

Know what I'm saying? Yeah

And I got blue cheese on me, all hummers

Blue cheese, no ranch

How you dig that, know what I'm saying?

Yeah, I dig that with a golden shovel on another level

With a iced out AP times Rollie Bezel

It's YSL slime shit

You gotta stay ready to keep from getting ready

You understand what I'm saying

Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it