Homicide Pt.1 lyrics

(Intro)
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(Verse 1)
I was at the basketball court minding my business (yeah)
Until a n*gga hit me on IG live tryna offend me (what?)
Saying “I’ll beat you one on one n*gga I’m taking all your money”
I was like pull up then n*gga you ain’t gonna take one penny
n*gga said “Aight cuz I’ll be there 10 till”
This n*gga pulled up in some off-brand George Hills (what are those?)
n*gga talking reckless ended up getting killed (hahaha)
21-0 man I just took your whole meal (broke b*tch!)
n*gga punched me in my face and then camе all his homies (damn)
They beat my ass, took my changе and left off with my Jordans
But this dumb ass n*gga left his wallet
He had his ID, good thing now I know him

(Verse 2)
I called up my n*ggas and they took me to the spot
Time to make a play, grab all the guns they getting shot
I got this square ass n*gga with me that’s good with all the tech
n*gga found out who he is and phone number plus his home address
Time to grab the weapons, fully auto-matic this n*gga gone
I called his phone he picked up and asked “who is this stop playing on my line”
Remember me b*tch, the only line you’ll be in is when you meeting God
“Alright pus*y ass n*gga come up here you getting smoked
I got my n*ggas that pull triggers plus we selling yo new Jordans”
Alright tuff guy be outside when my guys spin yo block
“Ok n*gga we got 5 of us so you getting mopped”
(Verse 3)
f*ck n*gga don’t know I’m in this b*tch 20 deep
He better believe in Jesus because tonight I’m gon’ delete
We all pulled up to this b*tch like a track meet
All the neighbors hear is gunshots
I tell my n*ggas, do not let not one witness leave!!
20 minutes later here comes all the police
Time to press the gas, hit the dash, look at these dead n*ggas laying in the grass
Time to drive straight to Mexico, first hit the crib I got a million dollars stashed
I grab his b*tch, she a stripper, and she crying what happened to Jake?
He tried the wrong n*gga, now you can ask for his side, b*tch when you awake
I dropped that b*tch off in the alley, on her IG it says her name is Callie
I stay away from white girls, I don’t do crack or sell to addicts
Few minutes later I’m at the crib, but the streets is too hot
All the cops circling around the block, from reports of gunshots
I have a witness with me ready to plot, Well I think he not
I changed my clothes, grabbed my Glock just in case he talk alot
I can’t leave the country cause n*ggas identified the car
So I changed appearance as a jogger with a iphone ready to blog
Police officer stopped and asked have I’ve seen a thing