HOMicIdE lyrics

{Intro: 808alex}
Talkin,talkin

{Verse 1: 808alex}
Are you the b*tch rockin?
Got that b*tch f*cking
And the top not rocking
Deathstar b*tch im locked
Deathstar b*tch im locking
Deathstar b*tch im l-


{Bridge: 808alex}
Ain't no joke b*tch
Ain't no joke
Pull up with that f*cking pip
Yea you cope
And then I pull up with that sh*t
Heavy Dope
Golden
Golden
b*tch we holding each other
Balling with that clit, yea we dug up
(Mmm)

{Verse 2: 808Alex}
I promise (b*tch)
I promise Sex
Sex b*tch
I promise
Maybe we gon talk
Maybe we gon cut it out
Tryna get that b*tch nothing like you
I run It Up
Talking Crazy, Call me Baby
Yea b*tch don't say maybe
Shut the f*ck up I don't want your conversations
Shut the f*ck up I don't want that sh*t


(Section 2)


{Verse 3: YhuNg NoISE}
Pistol on the hip
Flyer than a pigeon
Fired off the misses
They don't fit this position
2 whole body bags
Too hard too leave without us
HOmIciDe if they leave the county
Money on they head that's a bounty
One piece, two it could get rowdy
(it could get-)
(t could get-)
(it could get-)
(t could get-)
Dangers of the money
You don't got no honey
You think you deserve somebody
We ain't go too far
My vocals sounding raw-
Dogging in the car
We not driving in the car
She holding two sticks
Even if it's soft