Fuck outta here, Artist
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Y'all are now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga (gang)
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
Gang, yeah
Homixide, fuck a nigga gon' say?
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
What? Yeah
What the fuck they gon' say, yeah
When I hop out the cut with that blick? (That blick)
What the fuck they gon' say
When I walk down with that stick? (That stick)
Hunnit round drum on that bitch (hunnit round drum in that bitch)
Shoot out that bitch, let it click (grrah, yeah)
Homixide Gang, we too rich (Homixide, Homixide)
We gotta get bro out the fence
Stackin' this chicken and rockin' these shows (what?)
You know we ain't worried 'bout shit (what?)
Walk in Givenchy and put on a ho, yeah (what?)
She swallow my kids at the pent' (what?)
Double down with two glicks
Never trustin' a bitch (nah)
Yeah, upside down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide), yeah
Yeah, upside down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide)
That beam on me, bitch, it's a stick (beam on me, bitch, it's)
We slide opp block behind tint (slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (slide, slide), yeah
I put my lil' bitch in some Ricks (put her in Ricks)
I put my lil' bro on a lick (bro on lick)
We snotty nose, snotty nose quick (snotty nose, snotty nose)
Life all about takin' some risks
Smoke out the trucks and the drivers be with it
What the fuck they gon' say?
Smoke yo' bro to the face
When them Jakes get behind me, I high speed the chase
What the fuck they gon' say when them guns get to blazin'?
Told 'em, "Fuck the investigators, stay out the way"
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Uh, I just hit this side bitch
Yeah, now I'm tryna fuck her friend
Huh, finna just get on that jet
Yeah, I'm 'bout to just land in France
Spent like 25 hunnit on jeans
Put my Glock in the pocket of them pants
I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, she a X fiend, yeah
But she ain't poppin' no Xans
I got baguettes, they wet as fuck, yes
They hangin' right off of my neck
I got your ho tryna come have sex
And she throwin' up my set, ho
No, you cannot try my gang (you cannot try my gang)
Niggas ain't even seen a bale (seen a bale)
Thuggin' shit in every spot
Got me tight, tryna hide the smell (tryna hide the smell)
I already know who come and get it
Soon as I fuck, told 'em I bought a bale
Niggas ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc
He done tried that shit and now he pale
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint