Homicide lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
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[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pus*y like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, n*gga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You know the deal
I wanna f*ck on your ho
Just 'cause a n*gga so real
She suck that di*k on the low
I call that b*tch out from 'Nolia
I know that b*tch wanna f*ck
All of these b*tches want my woadie
All of these b*tches want the sauce
All of these b*tches with Migos
I let that b*tch hit the road
I let her bang YSL
f*ck hеr again, and she won't tell
Not broke, I got sеnt out on bail
They play, I'ma smoke 'em in prayer
Smoke thangs and ride with Lil ChiChi
She play, you gon' smoke her for real
For real (Brrt)
I won't ride 'round with no n*gga, walked in with my cake up
And she was right there when I got my first cake with my penthouse
Got stupid weed, don't put no birds in the car, it's a rental
I just wanna know if you with homicides (Is you with that?)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pus*y like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, n*gga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
(Takeoff!)
No matter what no matter the time
I call up my Migo my Slime they gon' ride
He talking like Biggie he ready to die we gon' see if he bout the shot between the eyes
Gear up a fake ain't nothing else but lies
Expendo [?] get nice
I get my blessings and go pay my tides
Got one like a tissue n*gga whats the issue f*ck you [?]
[?]
Yo b*tch at my condo she swallow my pickle
You talk to the police, don't wanna f*ck with you
You talkin' 'bout homicide, I might get with you
I know that my diamonds, they jump with no [?]
You lookin' so long, might as well take a picture
Homicide, homicide, my n*ggas
If they clap on the block, they smoke you like a swisher
You n*ggas sneak dissin', get thrown in a river
My drip a refriger, make that n*gga shiver
That ain't real gold on your neck boy thats silver
Put that b*tch up and she talk to a pillar
b*tch sloppy toppy then I might just [?]
After slimming the [?]
Pocket rocket [?] pocket sh*t
She waiting for a n*gga dancin' love [?] sh*t
These [?] karate sh*t
But when I pull it out, got the Karate Kid
They plottin' on flows, don't acknowledge it
Cheffin' it up, geonometry
Choppa sting a n*gga bumblebee
I'mma slide and leave your block ugly (Brrt, ayy, Takeoff)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pus*y like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, n*gga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of the black tower
Me and my n*ggas we do or die
Do you wanna ride
Backseat of my tower cause we bout to do a homicide
Hop out the coupe and I'm mad at you
Hop out the coupe and blast at you
Me and my n*gga like [?] and ketchup
Me and my n*gga gon' bust it forever
Hit a n*gga like I'm london fletcher
I stick it the birds that fly with the feathers
Me and my n*gga we pull up wherever
Me and my n*gga we pull up whenever
Me and my chopper we go together and [?] feel like I'm OJ
He talking hard with that white T on so I turned it red looking like Kool Aid
Remember back in the day we used to fade, but now we to grown we fade with the K
Now that I'm on I'm having my way
Now that I'm on I'm calling the plays
You n*ggas mad making minimum wage
When you get that paper that paper gon' chase
I don't f*ck with a n*gga that wanna handout
You make me wan' pullup and air your sh*t out
I came from kicking in doors and runnin' the houses, that's what I'm bout
Now that I'm up, you know what I'm bout, I pay a hitman to air your sh*t out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I do my thing, girl, it's a homicide
I do my thing, girl, that's a homicide
My diamonds bling bae thats a homicide
My ice got ice on, it's a homicide, yeah
Now, I'm with my boys, you know we homicide, yeah
I'ma go on that pus*y like a homicide, yeah
Count up some digits, n*gga, homicide, alright
Homicide (Yeah)