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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Homixide Beno!
Homixide Beno!
Vocals
Homixide Meechie
Homixide Meechie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Chatman
Demetrius Chatman
Lyrics
Keyon Thomas
Keyon Thomas
Lyrics
Stephon Browne
Stephon Browne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Recording Engineer
Psyche
Psyche
Producer

Songtexte

[Intro]
Pew, pew, pew
Pew
Pew, pew, pew
Pew
Uh
It's motherfuckin' Homixide
Fuck what you thinkin'
What
Yeah, uh
[Chorus]
My mind on a million
My mind on a whole 'nother shit, I'm on a trillion
Uh, lil' boy put no racks up, boy, you trippin'
Lil' boy trippin'
Uh, lil' boy put no sticks up, boy, you got plenty
Just got Rambo, choppers make 'em limbo
Choppers gon' make 'em get low, huh
Fur the color my coat, huh
Yeah, you know what I do
Tap one time then, yeah, they through
Platin' this bih' and I'll slide right through, huh
Yeah, you know my gang, yeah, it's Homixide
Bitch, yeah, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics, they lie
We shittin' right on the guys
Oh, you know what we do
Stackin' up paper, yeah, they through
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue
Uh
[Verse 1]
I keep a gun on my side, I'm not lacin' my boots
Run up to my ****, stompin' on you
Shotgun ya sticks, not leavin' a clue
Lookin' at stars, got panoramic roof
Takin' all drugs and I go to the moon
Grab your binoculars, watchin' the move
Play with my gang, get put on the news
Yellow tape, caution, Homixide ready to rock it
Know that we stay on the move
Countin' that money, that shit make my heart race
Come for the world, can't lose
This shit gang or not it
Now they right beside me
Yeah, you know the five's in
Bitch, you know we locked in
[Chorus]
My mind on a million
My mind on a whole 'nother shit, I'm on a trillion
Uh, lil' boy put no racks up, boy, you trippin'
Lil' boy trippin'
Uh, lil' boy put no sticks up, boy, you got plenty
Just got Rambo, choppers make 'em limbo
Choppers gon' make 'em get low, huh
Fur the color my coat, huh
Yeah, you know what I do
Tap one time then, yeah, they through
Platin' this bih' and I'll slide right through, huh
Yeah, you know my gang, yeah, it's Homixide
Bitch, yeah, it's Homixide
Yeah, fuck the critics, they lie
We shittin' right on the guys
Oh, you know what we do
Stackin' up paper, yeah, they through
Money comin' in, yeah, all blue
Uh
[Outro]
Pew, pew, pew
Pew
Pew, pew, pew
Pew
Written by: Demetrius Chatman, Keyon Thomas, Stephon Browne
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