Homicide

(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story)
Uh, uh, uh-uh
(You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo)

I know you don't get it, we was raised on bullshit
Tryna run the city, ridin' with a full clip
We want stuntin' bitches, tryna get a hundred mil'
Made lil bro'nem wanna drill, ever since he seen his father killed
I been tweakin' with these switches, leave me 'lone, why would you bother him?
Ain't shit retarded here, them drugs restarted him
I want my money today, ain't doin' no bargainin'
He ain't makin' it to no E way, his whip, we parkin' it
Bro'nem hop out killin' shit, homicide
Lil bro'nem know nothin' but murder, quick to draw fye
Sweet shit like yam, while eatin' her pussy, sweep her to the pot
Know somebody else been hearin' you too, no, you don't gotta run, no
Everybody else been hittin' this bitch, why would I go cry? No
I'm crazy, stop playin' with me, bitch, get spot on
I already knew you fuckin' behind my back lil bitch, I'm spot on
I cannot go, lil bitch, I'm grown
Bitch, get off my phone, hear the dial tone
Got hella spots, somethin' like the dalmatian, lil bitch, I'm gone
Walk right in on the pot, they tryin' see how did I know
The city beat my phone, they know I got them folks
Walk with the killers in the streets, I always dodge the po'
Sometimes I regret hittin' the bitch, that's why I dodge the ho'
Real niggas, my soldiers cold
Opp boy died tryna pay the rent, 'cause you done sold your pole
(I'ma show you how shit go)
Lil bro first time on the drill, I told him he better hop out
He bounce out, rock out for real, would've came too far to cop out
Ain't no nigga finna be the reason I get cooked, I'm goin' home on you niggas
Get back to the spot, I'm callin', ain't tryna sit on the phone with you niggas
Let's bump, what's wrong with you, nigga?
Told bro tryna leave somethin' messy, best not bring no phone with you, nigga
Pray for I see chrome, baby with 'em
Ain't finna hop in the whip with no random, but I go with my niggas
'Cause if I blow, my stick start jammin' and I know he gon' kill him
Bro'nem hop out killin' shit, homicide
Why the fuck nigga tryna play with us? I wonder why, no
Knew y'all was gon' spin today, well bitch, we spot on
Rocked out for a long time, let all my shots go