Homies lyrics
by Young Nudy
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag, yeah
My dawg just dropped this sh*t off
Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE)
[Verse 1]
Fly high, that's no lie
Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin'
Gotta get this money and you know ain't no stallin'
Know I'm in the trap, I'm a real trap-a-holic
I'ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it
And I got shooters, they poppin'
Get a n*gga money, know them n*ggas feelin' c*cky
I'm a big dawg so you know I'm extra c*cky
Too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy
I don't listen to no stop sign, who the f*ck gon' stop me?
You know how we rock, you know how we rockin'
Paradise East got that b*tch poppin'
4L Gang the only gang that I'm in
You know that's my dawg, that's my dawg, that's my twin
Time for the smoke, pull up, n*gga, I'm hoppin' in
Same sh*t been goin' on ever since we was kids
sh*t so rock solid, hope my n*ggas don't forget
Ever since I got that money, n*ggas changed on me
Not my same homies
I'm out here feelin' lonely
These b*tch n*ggas my homies?
Well why they hatin' on me?
Damn, man, I see it on him, he didn't really want me
To have it on me, keep it on me, it stay on me
Pockets stuffed so a n*gga not lonely
Money, that's my friend (Okay)
All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end, yeah
[Chorus]
Same n*ggas I growed up with, man, these n*ggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie
Man, these n*ggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies
n*gga b*tched on me, I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that sh*t, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie
Real sh*t, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie
[Verse 2]
I cannot believe what they think of me
This sh*t sound crazy what they say 'bout me
This sh*t ain't safe for these n*ggas to me
You know you switched two sides, know you got to die
I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied
Know I let them bullets straight fly
Blowin' up your block, soundin' like Fourth of July
My New Years resolution make sure that you n*ggas die
Let money fly, fallin' out the sky
Bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour
Taste like some old food, yeah, this sh*t sour
I send you nothin' but flowers
No crown, that's no coward, gon' be dead in a hour
Send them threats, know I send 'em back
Shooters comin' for that money, know they got to kill a man
Out for this money, he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands
Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco, n*gga do it fast
Do that fast, do him bad
[Chorus]
Same n*ggas I growed up with, man, these n*ggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie
Man, these n*ggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies
n*gga b*tched on me, I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that sh*t, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie
Real sh*t, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie
[Outro]
Hmm, that's the end of that sh*t