Lifestyle

(Star Boy, you're my hero) Homixide What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Homixide, Homixide Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari Uh, yeah, or I skrrt the 'Rari Uh, yeah, I'm pissin' out lean (lean) Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me) Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?) Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?) Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari Uh, yeah, or I skrrt the 'Rari Uh, yeah, I'm pissin' out lean (lean) Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me) Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?) Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?) A nigga try to copy, they know they can't copy (Homixide, Homixide) I walked down that boy then I hit him in his noggin 7.62, let's get it (7.62 let's) I switched up my car, then I hopped in the Demon (what?) 7.62, let's get it, yeah I switched up my car, then I hopped in the Demon Yeah, we got Pakistan sticks, shoot missiles I popped me a X, I got meds in my system Might call up Meech' to hit some nigga My brothers like spinnin', you know that I'm feelin' that Shit gon' catch a stench Snotty, might cross 'em out, ayy, ayy Bit gon' go wipin' down shit However, we have 'em, we walk out with racks We be on opioids, bitch Snotty can't find me no Tris' All the bros got them a cup (gang) We in here sippin' on red J5, he popped a G6 He roll up and spark up the Hench (gang) The upside-down crosses, baguettes VS1 diamonds, shit hit Homixide, Homixide (gang) Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari Uh, yeah, or I skrrt the 'Rari Uh, yeah, I'm pissin' out lean (lean) Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me) Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?) Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?) Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari Uh, yeah, or I skrrt the 'Rari Uh, yeah, I'm pissin' out lean (lean) Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me) Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?) Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?) Yeah, a nigga try to copy, they know they can't copy