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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Homixide Beno!
Homixide Beno!
Vocals
Homixide Meechie
Homixide Meechie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyon Thomas
Keyon Thomas
Lyrics
Demetrius Chatman
Demetrius Chatman
Lyrics
Jesse Van Der Meulen
Jesse Van Der Meulen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zwiffa
Zwiffa
Producer
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Recording Engineer

Testi

[Intro]
Hold on
A'ight, let's get it
Huh
Huh, huh
[Chorus]
Huh
Swerving through traffic, my foot on the gas
I got the scars and they all on my back
Sipping on mud and it help me relax
I told my young ****, "Stick to the plan"
I'm fighting demons, they stuck in my head
I told my bitch I won't to do it again
Go overseas and my toes on the sand
Hold on, hold on, yeah, huh
She scream my name when I hit from the back
I grip on her hair when she throwing it back
We breaking the mattress and slapping that ass
Soon as we done, I go straight to the back
Told her, "Hold on," that shit makin' her mad
I go on the corner and pop out again
Fuck all them ****, they wanted revenge
We kicking the door and we goin' right in
I cannot change and I changed, I know
I want that fire so we blazin' up, yeah
Inhaling smoke and we blowing the hell
I put my feelings inside of a cup
We typing digits, we running it up
Stomping on ****, we treat 'em like Bob
I got no feelings, I can't show no love
Tris, redrum
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we ready to collide
Huh, yeah, I stick with my guys
Come from the trenches, we ready to slide
I remain faded, ****, fuck with the ties
Huh, fuck what you say
Fuck what you thinkin', I'm ridin' with AK
Hundred round Drac', do not play and get sprayed
Let go, pissing, that bitch go
Run around, uh, playing that bitch like a brother die
.556 make Homixide draw a line
Every turn slide make your momma lie
End of they block, make your ass do the run around
Yeah, it's Homixide, bitch
Stepping they whole block on my shit
Free Problem, Demon, yeah, they running this bitch
Huh, yeah, we step on your clique
[Chorus]
Huh
Swerving through traffic, my foot on the gas
I got the scars and they all on my back
Sipping on mud and it help me relax
I told my young ****, "Stick to the plan"
I'm fighting demons, they stuck in my head
I told my bitch I won't to do it again
Go overseas and my toes on the sand
Hold on, hold on, yeah, huh
She scream my name when I hit from the back
I grip on her hair when she throwing it back
We breaking the mattress and slapping that ass
Soon as we done, I go straight to the back
Told her, "Hold on," that shit makin' her mad
I go on the corner and pop out again
Fuck all them ****, they wanted revenge
We kicking the door and we goin' right in
I cannot change and I changed, I know
I want that fire so we blazin' up, yeah
Inhaling smoke and we blowing the hell
I put my feelings inside of a cup
We typing digits, we running it up
Stomping on ****, we treat 'em like Bob
I got no feelings, I can't show no love
Tris, redrum
[Verse 2]
We stepping hard
Taking them pills and we break 'em apart
Hop in the truck and I push button start
Got on my knees and I pray to the Lord
Lighting the candles, I pray in the dark
I will not change, I won't switch on my boys
Got a few bands and I bust down the squad
Trade it out 'cause they're not shit, I got large
[Chorus]
Huh
Swerving through traffic, my foot on the gas
I got the scars and they all on my back
Sipping on mud and it help me relax
I told my young ****, "Stick to the plan"
I'm fighting demons, they stuck in my head
I told my bitch I won't to do it again
Go overseas and my toes on the sand
Hold on, hold on, yeah, huh
She scream my name when I hit from the back
I grip on her hair when she throwing it back
We breaking the mattress and slapping that ass
Soon as we done, I go straight to the back
Told her, "Hold on," that shit makin' her mad
I go on the corner and pop out again
Fuck all them ****, they wanted revenge
We kicking the door and we goin' right in
I cannot change and I changed, I know
I want that fire so we blazin' up, yeah
Inhaling smoke and we blowing the hell
I put my feelings inside of a cup
We typing digits, we running it up
Stomping on ****, we treat 'em like Bob
I got no feelings, I can't show no love
Tris, redrum
[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh
Written by: Demetrius Chatman, Jesse Van Der Meulen, Keyon Thomas
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