homxcide - citizens lyrics
lets not stray from the fact they not certified catch a brim in the spot he feel mortified
got a knot on the head for the spicy talk they not beefin wit homi they terrified look
2 3 shots let that blow
got more knoxks i might go broke
these n+ggas don’t put in no work that’s on folk
heard these n+ggas is cappin bout sh+t they don’t tote
i’m rappin no cappin ya n+ggas is jokes if you spin through g than you finna get poked
n+ggas jack beef than we scr+pping
no relaxin
pistol packin
if he step outta line than we whack em
n+ggas jack gdk for the fashion
if he droppin the rakes it get tragic
n+ggas chatting
it’s all games till i spin with the rachеt
copped a grip but got no one to match it
n+ggas lackin
bullets rеadin ya mind telepathic
talkin hot don’t get caught up in traffic
n+ggas fiendin but don’t want the static
2 deep and we causing some havoc
boy you p+ssy you weak you a maggot
not to mention these n+ggas is f+ggots
gang
all black fit
clutch that grip
gang wit me so i won’t slip
they talkin bout gang like we ain’t with the sh+ts when i see em on my bro b+tch i’m dumpin a clip
f+ck what you jack
still ain’t get back
big ebk b+tch i’m heavy on that
ain’t doin no addin we only subtract
gang
gang
ya keep rappin bout love and these b+tches while i’m stuck to my road to the riches
i keep tellin ya snitches get stitches i catch me a rat he get put in them ditches
had enough im just countin my digits run up a hit than i’m out in a civic
they touch money than start actin different stop acting sl!ck see the hate that they givin
ain’t no stopping the way that i’m livin smokin on opps and that sh+t keep on hittin
n+ggas mad at the sh+t that i’m spittin suck my whole d+ck give a f+ck if you dissin
on a spree so you know i ain’t missin droppin more bodies to teach em a lesson
i got grips and i’m really aggressive hop out the cut see the change in expression
yea i ride wit the glee
homi da g ya not f+ckin with me
opp n+ggas talkin not fast on they feet man i’m bustin these triggers don’t care if i cheat
n+ggas want war
promise you not gon want more
touch one of mine and we takin like four
357s go straight through the door
now that boy leakin he dead on the floor
what
clutch it dump it we spin through gang gon rush it
we bang it no discussions don’t come dolo walk in caution
my demons shoot the function talk all big get tossed in hudson
dead opps they keep on bussin see my grip don’t push my b+ttons
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