TF! lyrics

[Intro: Homixide Beno!]
​f*ck outta here, artist
Y'all are now tuning into my n*gga artist, f*ck n*gga
(Gang)
What?
f*ck they gon' say?
Gang, yeah
Homixide, f*ck a n*gga gon' say?
What?
f*ck they gon' say?
What? Yeah

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno!, Biggaveli]
What the f*ck they gon' say, yeah, when I hop out the cut with that blick? (That blick)
What the f*ck they gon' say when I walk-down with that stick? (That stick)
Hundred round drum on that b*tch (Hundred round drum on that b*tch)
Shoot out that b*tch, 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 sh*t
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 b*tch (Nah)
Yeah, upside-down sh*t hit (Homixide, Homixide), yeah
Yeah, upside-down sh*t hit (Homixide, Homixide, upside-down sh*t hit)
That beam on me, b*tch, it's a stick (Beam on me, b*tch, it's a stick)
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
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)

[Verse 2: Homixide Meechie]
Huh, I put my lil' b*tch 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 f*ck they gon' say?
Smoke yo' bro to the face, when them jakes get behind me I highspeed the chase
What the f*ck they gon' say when them guns get to blazin'
Told 'em, "f*ck the investigators, stay out the way"

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
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

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, I just hit this sideb*tch, yeah, now I'm tryna f*ck 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 f*ckin' this b*tch, yeah, she a X fiend, yeah, but she ain't poppin' no Xans
I got baguettes, they wet as f*ck, yes, they hangin' right off of my neck
I got your ho' tryna come have sex, and she throwin' up my set, O'
[Verse 4: Biggaveli]
No, you cannot try my gang (You cannot try my gang)
n*ggas ain't even seen a bale (Seen a bale)
Thuggin' sh*t 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 f*ck, told 'em I bought a bale
n*ggas ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc, he done tried that sh*t and he pale

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
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