Homi

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (I'm Wallie The Sensei)

Feel like the tension in my city is so real

It's like we all in jail or end up getting killed

Ain't got no cleats but **** really in the field

Ain't no pretending **** this is how we feel

I grab my strap as soon as I leave up out the bed

I load the clip and make sure there's one in the head

Like how we kill so much I just don't understand

If guns was instruments I'm tryna leave the band

My name is Wallie and murder is my hobby

It's like a disease its all in my head its all in my body

If you wanna come with me then bring your pistols with me

**** come with me and lets go catch a Homi

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (I'm Wallie The Sensei)

We riding around looking for **** to trip on

I'm riding with **** that you couldn't hit unless you using the flip phone

Nothing is personal we tryna murder if you use your eyes wrong

And life in my city is not as important as having the knife on you

It might sound brazy but this is the shit that we into

This is the shit that we into cause of all of the shit that we been through

It might sound scary but this is why we carry

'Cause someone that you love is tryna kill you

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah let's go catch a Homi

And when I catch me a **** bullets all in his body

Riding with this choppa I'm riding around

And when I catch me a ****

(I'm riding round with this choppa I'm riding round with this magazine)

(I'm riding round with this choppa I'm riding round with this magazine)

(I'm riding round with this choppa I'm riding round with this magazine)

My name is Wallie and murder is my hobby

It's like a disease its all in my head its all in my body

If you wanna come with me then bring your pistols with me

**** come with me and lets go catch a Homi

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

(I'm riding round with this choppa I'm riding round with this magazine)

(I'm riding round with this choppa I'm riding round with this magazine)