Hommicide lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro]
Hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White)
[Verse]
I'ma fly for eighty summers
Women keep callin' my number (No, uh)
Diamond go stupid, they dumber
You got that banana clip? (Blatt-blatt)
Where I be? Hundred-round drummer
Don't give a f*ck 'bout your money (I don't, don't)
But you know I got that money
All of them blue-face hundreds
That n*gga ask me what my shirt
Four-hundred-dollar Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy)
Bana-bana-bana
You know my racks are bananas (Racks are bananas)
If she don't wanna suck di*k
Then you know she gettin' canceled (She gettin' canceled, yeah)
Perfect tings in the LA
Ain't no trap I cannot handle (I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin')
Posin' on cam with somebody
Give the lil' n*gga a handle (On God)
I'm from Philadelphia
But my b*tch straight from Milano (Yeah, yeah)
Got a b*tch, she from Columbia
Yeah, she brought me down here (Yeah, she brought me down here)
Her ass so big, you might run from her
Yeah, you could not handle (You could not handle)
[Chorus]
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt)
That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White)
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