Die Homes lyrics

[Intro]
Ay man, Frizzblock Fredo in this b*tch shawty, I don't gotta say too much
34 side sh*t, n*ggas thought we playin'
Hey, what you smokin’, Bunzo?
Huh, b*tch you ain't know I'm die homes?

[Chorus]
Pop out of his bushes, like, b*tch what?
That b*tch f*cked, this glizzy, I'm slammin', gon leave that b*tch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure you empty that b*tch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
b*tch, and I scream free smoke, name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk, another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it b*tch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it, aye

[Verse]
She shoot the drop and then we slide on it
b*tch, I f*ck around and play they block, and go live on it
Tell them n*ggas "pull up on me right now, b*tch, come slide on me"
Bet you ain't nobody gon' pop out, they ain't gon' try nothing
n*ggas smoked ya hitta, you ain't pop out, still ain't gon slide for 'em
I can name a few dead n*ggas for you right now who was tryna' ride for 'em
b*tch, they got they sh*t smacked
b*tch, we up, come get back
n*gga tried to pack me, how he end up with his sh*t back?
Lucky lil' b*tch, I tried to throw him where his chip at
b*tch, we up like six packs, still smokin' bullets, b*tch ass
Don't try to find lil' happy feet, I know that n*gga mad at me
Pop up out that cut, me and KD, b*tch I embarrassed him
b*tch, and ya OG a big rat, can't get his chips back
Let me find where that rapper live at, pop up where he live at
And the first shot, it's gon' be a face shot, since he claim he did that
But b*tch they know who not to play with, yeah and that's big facts
They know we pull up, pop out, broad day sh*t
Better lace ya kicks up
They done let some shottas off that bracelet, someone gon' be a lit one
Ain't no OGs in the hood no more, n*gga, this is my sh*t
Ain't no passin' through or none of that, you can't even be on this side, b*tch
b*tch, I'm 34 side
b*tch, this that "free smoke" side
b*tch, this that die Homes side
Kill you if you smoke mine
Stupid b*tch, f*ck yo side
They know how my gang play
Ever did us foul, b*tch, we gon' do you the same way

[Chorus]
Pop out of his bushes, like, b*tch what?
That b*tch f*cked, this glizzy, I'm slammin', gon leave that b*tch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure you empty that b*tch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
b*tch, and I scream free smoke, name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk, another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it b*tch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it