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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deandrius McClain
Deandrius McClain
Songwriter
Brandon Boddie
Brandon Boddie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bud Beatz
Bud Beatz
Producer
Spad3ondatracc
Spad3ondatracc
Engineer
Deandrius McClain
Deandrius McClain
Producer

Lyrics

(Whooo! It's a homicide! Frrraaa! Frrraaa! Frrraaa!) I'm killing these niggas I should be thrown in the slammer Dripping I shit on these niggas I should just walk around and pampers These bitches they love me they say the young nigga so handsome But these niggas that try me kidnapp them and hold them for ransom Watch me spread on these niggas like cancer what you saying bra Pull up game got'em scared shaking like a dancer Brett Favre with them handguns foul niggas catch and ones No pro tools but on the low fool I'm the man son Try me and that's man one get mobile no Samsung It's cool nigga I'm still straight gotta stash ducked for my grandson Boss shit my team eat I ain't done nigga till the fam done Losses nawl can't take none so allergic to them fake ones (And that's real shit) I'm killing these niggas! Homicide! Nigga try taking my riches, it's gone be a homicide! I can't leave no witness! Homicide! These niggas be stuck in they feelings, but try me it's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) Homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) It's a Homicide! Dripping I'm killing'em 187 that's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) Homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) It's a Homicide! These niggas be stuck in they feelings, but try me it's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) Ok this right here that k.o. shouts out to my bank roll Stayed down nigga ten toes I ain't turning no fake gold Dreams of pushing that range Rove whipping up on that range stove No sleep for bout 2 weeks nigga same hustle in the same clothes I don't fuck with these lame hoes niggas cuffing these same hoes Snitch nigga bitch nigga I don't fuck with you homos Remember pockets on low pros had to break down them whole bows Just Austin Powered my mojo and designered all my logos Greenbacks blue stripes only thing on my mind hoe Me and mines and my team nigga only thing I grind for Frank Mullah that's cost grip I ain't waisting no time hoe Me broke that's a bad dream but I know that's what they been dying for (And that's real shit!) I'm killing these niggas! Homicide! Nigga try taking my riches, it's gone be a homicide! I can't leave no witness! Homicide! These niggas be stuck in they feelings, but try me it's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) Homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) It's a Homicide! Dripping I'm killing'em 187 that's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) Homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!) It's a Homicide! These niggas be stuck in they feelings, but try me it's homicide! (Homicide! Homicide! Homicide!)
Writer(s): Yay, Deandrius Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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