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letra de homicide - nocap

[intro: nocap]
swipers, they fill up my whole gang
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(j cameron)

[chorus: nocap]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b-tterfly, yeah
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (yeah, uh)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b-tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
i’m in them projects

[verse 1: nocap]
i’m surprised i ain’t died yet
you catch a charge, you keep it solid, you just stay quiet (you keep it quiet)
i feel this codeine in my body, i’m sippin’ hi-tech (i’m sippin’ high’)
they were so happy when i was stuck, i left ’em upset, yeah (uh)
get a feeling, i’m countin’ this paper (this paper, yeah)
i just f-ck on a b-tch, we don’t lay up (yeah)
my youngins out pullin’ the cable (yeah)
we ballin’, i’m coaching the pacers (coaching the—, uh)
smash on a b-tch, pain on me, you can see all the scars
no love for a b-tch, you can take me, you can rip out my— (yeah)
you can take me, you can rip out my heart
and every n-gga ’round me, they with the same thing (gang, gang)
never drop no dime, we just don’t name names
i drown the patek, i flood the face on it (i flood the face on it, yeah)
i came in the game with a game plan (yeah)
i’m watching my real, i’m watching my fake homies (yeah)
them swipers, they fill up my whole gang (whole gang)
them n-ggas schemin’, i know the bank want ’em (i know the bank want ’em)
i fell in love with drug money (street money, n-gga)
coulda went pro but we just didn’t think on it
they left me scarred, they abandoned me
i got two broads, they take a xan’ a piece (xan’ a piece, yeah)
i sell codeine, this rap was plan b
i’m finding any way, i gotta feed my family
my diamonds water just like jet skis
we push a b-tton and we don’t touch keys
you seen everything but these
i’m on these n-ggas ass like huskies (and huggies)
[chorus: nocap]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b-tterfly, yeah
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (yeah, uh)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b-tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
i’m in them projects

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez]
today, if i land in the hood, might walk past sh-t like trash
i starved for them young n-ggas just to make ’em happy, we ain’t going out sad (going out sad)
grab your rag, young n-gga, keep buying that spray paint (buying that spray paint)
lil’ n-gga gon’ murk something, run to a wall, then draw up, “gang, gang”
did a lot of dirt, put blood on that money, we was running through band-aids (running through band-aids)
did a lot of dirt, she done f-cked the whole hood, b-tch went on a rampage (went on a rampage)
say you gotta watch your back when it’s nighttime, hallway (the hallway)
i know some youngins got hit up in broad day
rats, stray dogs in the hood, we don’t see no b-tterflies (we don’t see no b-tterflies)
we just see a homicide (just see a homicide)
’til you see another cold case (’til you see a mama cry)
leave the funeral and buy more ratchets (buy more ratchets)
middle finger to all the badges (all the police)
even if that phone start trippin’, won’t hang up, we want all the static (we want all the smoke)
judge hit joe with an l, that was probably for his own good (you know)
mark got k!lled way in private, kell died in his own hood
ain’t no way i say
dog caught a body, but he spin for a pc
with some money on his mind
get rich off crime
lil’ goons know crime pays, they ain’t never gon’ pay no taxes (don’t pay no taxes)
halloween, i was federal, them young n-ggas strapped up them masks
that molly done took over a young n-gga brain, that’s why he so active
‘nother n-gga got murked on the block, hood so hot, might see a cactus
load the money in a trash bag
gunshot, we like, “where it’s at?”
they can tell ’em that the bad back
yellow tape, we can’t go past that
[chorus: nocap & rylo rodriguez]
it’s a homicide, it’s another b-tterfly (‘nother b-tterfly, yeah, yeah)
we tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (they got us traumatized, yeah, yeah)
everything i did, i meant, i don’t have no regrets
i flew a ratchet b-tch out, i put her on a private jet (she on a private jet)
i get so high i drop some codeine on my percocets (lean on my percocets)
everyday i hang with k!llers in them projects
(j cameron)
i’m in them projects

[outro: rylo rodriguez & nocap]
‘nother b-tterfly
another homicide
they got us traumatized
we tryna make it out
it ain’t safe about it
on a private jet
we tryna get up out it
make it out the jail
got family depending on
we tryna make it out the jail

- nocap

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