Homicide lyrics

[Intro]
(Bueller)
My n*gga Pharris
(Band)
Life ain't no joke
(Victoriouz)
Keep your eyes open, n*gga (Bandkamp)

[Verse 1]
Be careful with b*tches, all these b*tches is diggers
They say she love you forever, next thing, be f*ckin' your n*gga
Need a b*tch to get with it, that's why I need me a misses
I just f*ck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi
Shorty say she 300 and she all 'bout debit
She said she scared of them D-boys, well, shorty, that's how I'm livin'
Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no different
I just caught me a bird and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter
Light skin, redbone, peanut butter, no jar
Or maybe cool as a fan or either darker than tar
This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all
I'm like a star to a mall, so I target 'em all
Dolce Gabbana, Gucci, Louis, or Prada
True Religions or Rockins, Ralph Laurens or Robbins
I ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em, soon as they droppin', I'm coppin'
Lead the lot with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it, last two years, I've been trappin'
You addicted to b*tches and I'm addicted to rappin'
All-white Pelle is leather, lookin' just like a napkin
All my n*ggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin', let's get it
[Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized

[Verse 2]
I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K9 blitz, they some dogs
That MAC'll knock his top off
That [?] had dropped his top off
Run up and you get dropped off
LL button up, no Cool J
My diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say, "Too late"
I'm mad as head like toupees
A lot of n*ggas fugaz'
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz
Except for I got like four chains
Police snatch, say no names
You talkin', you get duct tape
What's like to have that butt face?
These hoes, they in the duck race
f*ck me, then f*ck BJ, shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play
You pussies better behave
I'm runnin' hoes like relays, let's get it
[Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First forty-eight, real life, it's a homicide
He in the morgue, or he snitchin', or he traumatized

[Outro]
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