HOMICID3 lyrics

[Intro]
Ray, where the f*ck are you?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh yes, I'm feelin' this one
(Woah, woah)
A-A-Astro got it runnin'
(Go, go yeah)

[Chorus]
Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that b*tch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out
She live in a young n*gga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She callin' me mad as a b*tch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

[Post-Chorus]
And it don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy
Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried
But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah

[Bridge]
Gettin' so turnt', I don't even know why
Truly, I'm stackin' it up and I don't even try, I must pay to be this fly
All my haters, they look at me, they like, "Why?"
Like "What does he have that I don't? I'm tight"
If you ask how I feel about it, baby, nothin', not at all
f*ck it, maybe they right
[Verse 1]
Is that all you know?
She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes
But now I got a little more sense when it come to my past and girl, Jeff Hardy flow
I can't be just be jumpin' into every situation
No, I'm not movin' blind no more, I did that for you 'cause I'm patient
Movin' in silence 'bout it baby, sacred love, we like the Masons
Usin' my phone for ages, she call me for congratulations
You used to call me devastated, talkin' 'bout you want relations
f*ck it, I'm killin' the vibe, hittin' your iPhone with confirmations
f*ck it, I'm gettin' some ice, they can't ignore Daij no more, he blazin'
I'm fallin' so deep in love, girl, every time
At this point it really don't even make sense
I'm like, I don't know
How do I keep runnin' through this sh*t without no cardio?
And she said, "Don, I've been wonderin' the same sh*t"

[Chorus]
Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that b*tch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out
She live in a young n*gga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She callin' me mad as a b*tch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

[Post-Chorus]
And it don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy
Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried
But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah
[Verse 2]
I know you tryna call my bluff, f*ckin' with my ego
Always got a friend right by my side, girl, I'm with my ego, yeah
Came out the dirt, straight from the midwest, now they feelin' like he cold, yeah
So don't ask me why my heads up in the clouds, I been rolling up trees, bro, yeah
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it some more
With a vampire b*tch, she gon' pour up some more
I just blew up, but girl, I'ma blow up some more
I be going and going and doin' the most
Like, I don't know, can this sh*t get any better?
My shoes be designer, my b*tch Cinderella
Like, Hannah Montana, my b*tch livin' double
I got me a Drac' and it do all the chatter
Dracos on Dracos, I'm killing the chatter
With an innocent girl, she in love with a rapper
Straight to the script, then I'm switching the act up
I got hate in my heart and codeine in my bladder
That's not the same, she gon' stab with a dagger
I look back at that sh*t and it fill me with laughter
Because I got my leather jeans on, I'm McJagger
Tryna cope with that sh*t, but it's making me sadder
Tryna use me to get to the top, but girl, I'm not a ladder
And I know my car kinda fast, but I need my sh*t a lil' faster
It was slow comin' up, but I'm off of my ass
Girl, I'm tryna cop a Casper
Between me and you, I've been hopin' I crash
[Chorus]
Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car
I'ma thrash in that b*tch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out
She live in a young n*gga world
She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out
We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out
She callin' me mad as a b*tch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go)

[Post-Chorus]
And it don't make sense to me this time
How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart
Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy
Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah