TF!

Fuck outta here, Artist

Y'all are now tuning into my **** Artist, fuck **** (gang)

What?

Fuck they gon' say?

Gang, yeah

Homixide, fuck a **** 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)

Hunnit round drum on that bitch (hunnit round drum in 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 (what?)

Walk in Givenchy and put on a ho, yeah (what?)

She swallow my kids at the pent' (what?)

Double down with two glicks

Never trustin' a bitch (nah)

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

Yeah, upside down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide)

That beam on me, bitch, it's a stick (beam on me, bitch, it's)

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 (slide, slide), yeah

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

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

We snotty nose, snotty nose quick (snotty nose, snotty nose)

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 high speed 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

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah

Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

Uh, I just hit this side bitch

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 25 hunnit 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, ho

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

**** ain't even seen a bale (seen a bale)

Thuggin' shit in every spot

Got me tight, tryna hide the smell (tryna hide the smell)

I already know who come and get it

Soon as I fuck, told 'em I bought a bale

**** ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc

He done tried that shit and now 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