Homies lyrics

[Intro]
Big Zoovie, let's go, yeah
Cez on the beat

[Chorus]
I got homies really f*ck with me, some homies that don't (Homies that don't)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (Homies that won't)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (Nah)
Bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dealers we family at most
I know n*ggas know who told us, they won't do nothing 'bout it (Goofy)
So they get 'round some hoes wanna act like they 'bout it (pus*y)
He ain't with it, would've never took that seven like Bobby (Ah-ah-ahh)
Best part of 2020 that a n*gga made it out it (Yeah)
I got homies really f*ck with mе, some homies that don't (Some homiеs that)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (I got some homies)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (I got some killers, yeah)
Bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dillers we family at most (Big Zoovie)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bought a wedding ring for my pot, b*tch I married it (Yeah)
f*ck Uncle Sam, I'mma trap for my salary (Yeah)
Break it down to vegetables, stacking up my celery (Yeah)
"Why this n*gga still here?" I guess these n*ggas mad at me
I bring it to your front door, pus*y, if you at-ing me (pus*y)
f*ck the b*tch real slow, watching for my calories
And I hold my block down, f*ck who got it after me (Twelve)
On some gang sh*t, bout it, bout it, b*tch I'm Master P
All that lame sh*t, rowdy, rowdy, put your ass to sleep
I just bought a chopper with a fifty it be quick to reach (Yeah)
I just hit my papi off a burner he be quick to speak (Brrrr, hello)
Told him if I send him 250, send me six a week
[Chorus]
I got homies really f*ck with me, some homies that don't (I do)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (I got homies that won't, yeah)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (Yeah)
Bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dillers we family at most
I know n*ggas know who told us, they won't do nothing 'bout it (Goofy)
So they get 'round some hoes wanna act like they 'bout it (pus*y)
He ain't with it, would've never took that seven like Bobby (Ah-ah-ahh)
Best part of 2020 that a n*gga made it out it (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got homies who got weed, I got homies who don't (I got homies who don't)
I got homies who got pills, I got homies who don't (I got homies who don't)
I got b*tches who take charges, I got b*tches who don't (I got b*tches who won't)
I got b*tches that be driving homie, kicking your door
n*ggas trapping every season, treat that b*tch like a sport
Walk up on a n*gga, we ain't sliding no more
Shoot at n*gga out the window, we ain't sliding no door
Know what happened to your man, he ain't sliding for bro (pus*y)