letra de homicide freestyle - lil feel
glizzy watchu cookin’ up?
(verse 1)
hunchoz’
i’m packing the smoke its a homicide
talking that sh-t i got guns in the back of the trunk
run up on him with the draco
i break her back like a glow stick
all of my shooters we tote sticks
i got the clip like a tie clip
i’m in the kitchen i ain’t cooking no pasta
all of my shooters in lock up
30 clip you get popped up
talking that sh-t you get mopped up
i’m inna trap with my ten of my n-ggas
i got the glock and it under my fendi
the strap is under my jacket but a n-gga don’t know
i f-ck yo b-tch she a hoe
run up on him but i stay wit a pole
d-ck up yo b-tch she can’t take it
robbed a n-gga i’m not saying sh-t no
i’m on the block then i lane switch
(bridge)
run up on me and i’m taking yo sh-t
and you run up on me and i’m taking yo breathe
if n-gga wanna run up on me then i’m pulling the draco
n-gga wanna run up on me then i’m pulling the draco
n-gga wanna run up on him then i leave him with -bullet holes-
(verse 2)
she sucking my d-ck and she need to relax
walk out of school to my trap
walk in the trap with yo b-tch
none of yo n-ggas be shooting i know that yo n-gga a b-tch
kick down the door from the back
i got the gun in my lap yeah
b-tch i never do lack
you n-ggas is sippin that att
no i can’t lack cuz it whack yuh
i’m f-cking yo mama she getting attached
i’m with the hood n-ggas in the cl-ss
didn’t do sh-t and i p-ssed
boy you a f-ck n-gga i put you in last
walk out of school to my trap
put 200 on the dash and i know i won’t crash
f-ck a thot put that b-tch in the past
squad inna cut put that sh-t on the map
gun in my waist and the glock in my lap
ride in the beamer i like my sh-t fast
talking that sh-t you get clapped
rep the gang like a pope
repping gdk you’ve never seen a folk
pull up to yo addy and we kick down the door
false jacking my n-ggas is smoke packing
i’m in the trap made a brick from the stove
i do the dash cuhz she is a hoe
all black choppa with a red dot yuh
make a n-gga spin
running yo mouth thats a sin
i’m in his hood and i drove down his block with the stickz
i shoot the tec out the honda
f-ck a b-tch yeah
i’m f-cking yo mama
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