Bonafide lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, I'm bonafide, n*gga, homicide, ain't nothin' to prove
Jada baby, this the view (Sniper Gang, Sniper Gang)
Glee, glee
Trust
Post up with a real n*gga, bae (Trust me, 1800)
Glee
Ayy

[Chorus]
Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove
Certified, ain't nothin' fu'
Hundred-round, I might pack a tool
Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose
I don't like when you with that dude
I feel like you should leave that fool
Side n*ggas got feelings too
I feel like I'm your n*gga too
Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove
Certified, ain't nothin' fu'
Hundred-round, I might pack a tool
Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose
I don't like when you with that dude
I feel like you should leave that fool
Side n*ggas got feelings too
I feel like I'm your n*gga too
[Verse]
I feel like I need more than him
I feel like I need way more M's
You deserve like way more friendly
I deserve like way more time
Thank you, Lord, keep lettin' me fly
Even though I'm committin' these crimes
All I know, I be slingin' this iron
I should do like way more time
I deserve like way more money
Finally, I be gettin' my shine
Minimizin' all my guys
Realizin' n*ggas be lyin'
Realizin' b*tches be fake
Ran in your door, I get down with the K
Lovin' your ho, keep a smile on her face
Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake
Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake up
I be on FaceTime with you with no makeup
I be on FaceTime with you when you work
I like to be the lil' reason you smirk
I'm that n*gga that you call when you wake up
Obviously, you want me to be first
Where the hell that n*gga be when you hurt?
We gon' survive in these streets, man, it's worse
Ain't scared of sh*t, but I still go to church
Sent a hundred, tell that boy free Durk
Since a youngin, done got a bunch of sh*t murked
f*ck 'em, I ain't puttin' nothin' in a verse
Kutthroat Business, killers know my work
Is you p*ssed? Don't owe you nothin' when you skrrt
In the back of the Bentley bustin' off a Perc'
All my n*ggas in prison, yours in the dirt
[Chorus]
Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove (Yeah)
Certified, ain't nothin' fu' (Uh-huh)
Hundred-round, I might pack a tool (Yeah)
Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose
I don't like when you with that dude
I feel like you should leave that fool
Side n*ggas got feelings too
I feel like I'm your n*gga too
Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove
Certified, ain't nothin' fu'
Hundred-round, I might pack a tool
Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose
I don't like when you with that dude
I feel like you should leave that fool
Side n*ggas got feelings too
I feel like I'm your n*gga too

[Outro]
Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam (Bill, yeah)
Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam
Yeah, this sound like the one
Never be able to smash sh*t
KTB, Kutthroat Business, Kutthroat Bill, kill that boy, kill that b*tch too
And kill that baby
f*ck it, f*ck it
Throw the baby in the oven, yeah
Throw that baby in the ocean, yeah