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letra de drill em - homey high deff

[hook: homey high deff]
chi-town home of the rough n-ggas
keep something for you f-ck n-ggas
false flagging or caught lacking will get your -ss clapped up wit em
got something for you tough n-ggas
hd set it up with them
high deff he a d-boy we some savages that’ll buss with him

[verse 1: homey high deff]
i’m riding round with the mac on me
real sh-t move back phony
goofy mark don’t f-ck around
have the bullets spraying like axe on him
set him off all blacked down
don’t come back till he clapped down
drive back by the crime scene
n-ggas laughing blowing pack out
i was 5th grade pulling macs out
make a n-gga pull that scratch out
sn-tch him up
make a call
have his b-tch lead us to the stack house
man n-ggas got age f-cked up
blowing kush i’m so stuck
hit a n-gga for a brick
in the sk now finna post-up
i’m ag repping wild wild
backwoods help me calm down
won’t even roll reggie up if these sh-ts smoking so loud
i’m the illest spitting in chicago
nonstop we the mob ho
f-ck up put a brick on ya have your -ss missing by tomorrow
foul b’s every other n-gga opp
city to city give me every block
young boys in training next generation foul never stop
trynna poke me and get burnt up
for this money i earned bruh
lay a motherf-cker down
put him on the ground
now he can’t turn up

[hook]

[verse 2: lil herb]
i’m sick and tired of these f-ck n-ggas
so i went and bought a 30 40 and a 50
broski told me better keep it on ya when you by your lonely
i’m the hottest in the city
i’m like f-ck it tell them come and get me
you know i’m on the a-block
broski pull up with the chopper and the enemy red beam catching face shots
uhhhh
broke as f-ck i rememeber i was
now all these hunnits on me fifties on me spend them on drugs
d-mn you fake i see you a snake
so i don’t show no n-ggas love
and you know i’m coming with 150 n-ggas if you ever bring me in your club
we popping bottles and throwing stacks and better not no n-gga mug
we step outside and you might get hit up by like 4 different guns
and i told yall n-ggas can’t control my n-ggas
already rolled them and they ain’t made for nothing
me and hd smoking on og pouring on that codeine f-ck

[hook]

[verse 3: homey high deff]
on a g keep a sack on me
by the end keep a gat on me
foul b-tch n-gga nonstop sh-t everyday till they wack homie
f-ck n-ggas don’t think about em
scratch em out and won’t think about em
zip of thrax
lot of wood
me and folks then go and drink up out em
i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga gang
me and my n-ggas different things
once n-ggas start focusing on money start seeing better change
yall lame suckas better grow up
non stop got it sold up
yeah some n-ggas gon hate but it’s cause all they b-tches know us
i be smoking out and getting poured up
p-ss poor now i’m that n-gga
best friend was a cap peeler
she’s real motherf-ck rap n-gga
trynna poke me and get burnt up
for this money i earned bruh
lay a motherf-cker down
put him on the ground
now he can’t turn up

[hook]

- homey high deff

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