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young pappy – homicide lyrics

[intro]
boom b-tch, spray the whole room, b-tch, on that goon sh-t
move b-tch, f-ck up out my way, skrrt, vroom, b-tch
savage n-ggas, we pop out at night, that raccoon sh-t
checking in at daylight but you can still get smoked at noon, b-tch

[verse 1]
boom, boom, boom, b-tch!
we play with the same guns off doom, b-tch
they like, “when 2 cups part 3 gon’ drop?”, i’m like, “soon b-tch!”
if you still ain’t heard 2 cups part 1, then get in tune, b-tch
bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit
glaaat, b-tch, that’s that tec, b-tch, or that mac, b-tch
brains all on the floor, i’ll let it blow, till’ his sh-t splash, b-tch
get back, b-tch, smoking dead n-ggas, we can match b-tch
they say when they catch me they gon’ whack me, still ain’t whack sh-t
lack, b-tch? i don’t lack, b-tch, i got my gat, b-tch
flame up, f-ck is that sh-t? this that cat p-ss
it’s reeking, n-gga, and we eating n-gga on that fat sh-t
fresh up outta’ jail wrecking sh-t like da brat, b-tch
skrrt, b-tch, what’s the word, b-tch? f-ck what you heard, b-tch
young pappy a savage, he turn your block into the purge, b-tch
let it spray, shout out to theatk, and free bird, b-tch
that’s your main? shout out to her brain, that lil’ nerd b-tch

[pre-chorus]
swerve, b-tch, better not be on my block trying to serve sh-t
why you trying to beef with me? your goo’ -ss from the burbs, b-tch
pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, b-tch
put your sh-t on the curb, his brains look like he still ain’t learn sh-t
swerve, b-tch!
better not be on my block trying to serve sh-twhy you trying to beef with me your goof’ -ss from the burbs, b-tch?
pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, b-tch
put your sh-t on the curb, his brains look like he still ain’t learn sh-t

[verse 2]
time for me to spaz, n-gga, shout out my bro spazz, n-gga
go and diss, i ain’t gon’ respond, that’s your -ss, n-gga
try to rob who? b-tch, please, i’ll be the last, n-gga
pull this b-tch out like a futon, jimmy neutron, i’ll blast n-ggas
is you mad, n-gga? i don’t honor no man with no badge, n-gga
all i know is get cash, n-gga, stunting hard like my dad, n-gga
love living this life, shorty
i done earned my stripes like plaid, n-gga
all you gotta do is ask n-ggas, body bag, f-ck a casket, n-gga
them head shots rolling up all the dead ops
free leaf out the fed’s spot, boy, these n-ggas softer than tampons
i’m knowing, n-gga, ain’t no probably i’m blowing
n-gga, h-ll nah, i ain’t going for no one
double twos what i’m pouring, shorty, that’s that two cups
n-gga i don’t give two f-cks, about none of y’all n-ggas!
say the ops trying to turn up
come thru, take one of us, we taking some of y’all n-ggas!
shorty we ain’t going for that, n-ggas gonna feel sorry for that
making n-ggas have heart attacks, but we ain’t falling back
my n-ggas be on all of that, gun fights, f-ck a brawling match

[hook]
boy, it’s 2015, young n-gga, at the age of fifteen
he was out here clapping sh-t, whacking sh-t
putting n-ggas on that big screen!
them n-ggas talk that savage sh-t
actually they don’t even know what that sh-t mean!
point and aim, i got a green beam
that’ll turn a n-gga into a string bean
boy, it’s 2015, young n-gga, at the age of fifteen
he was out here – clapping sh-t, whacking sh-t, putting n-ggas on that big screen!
them n-ggas talk that savage sh-t, actually they don’t even know what that sh-t mean!point and aim, i got a green beam that’ll turn a n-gga into a string bean

- young pappy lyrics

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