Homicide (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
In my hood you gon' blow or you gon' end up dead
I say this street sh*t ain't no joke, you better use yo' head
n*gga make yo' money, Monty told me get my bread
My n*gga put his trust up in a b*tch and now he dead
All my n*ggas tellin' me I need to chill
My momma say stay out the streets, she pray I don't get killed
Can't trust no n*gga or no b*tch, no they don't keep it real
I'm scarred for life, yeah, I stay with it b*tch, I shoot to kill
P, I put that on Lil' Dave, I'd murk one of these n*ggas
I'm rollin 'round I'm just waitin' on you n*ggas
When I spot you b*tch I got you, I been waitin' on you n*ggas
I'ma hop out with that 4 pound, I'ma bang it 'til it's empty
We gon' stick the plug, pull up in a spyder
Ridin 'round with that rifle, this b*tch here be the decipher
Say I'm walkin' with my .40, this b*tch got a lotta bodies
NBA, that be the gang whole clique full of robbers

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke
I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for
b*tches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron
And n*gga when I see you it's gon' be a homicide, n*gga
Yeah it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide
Yeah, it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide
[Verse 2: Scotty Cain]
Yeah, yeah, I been blockin' with this draco tryna murk one of you n*ggas
Mac 11 burst, t-shirt with yo' picture
Catch you up the Glock and wave
I got a cake bake for you n*ggas
Up the chopper, drill 'em and make sure I'ma kill 'em
Drum on the Glock I squeeze this b*tch and smush yo' sh*t flat
f*ck a n*gga if I jacked you, you can't get yo' sh*t back
I'm with that n*gga, homicide, if you come get back
If I'm in it I'm comin or I'ma send that
n*gga know what it is
I'ma slang this b*tch, I catch a n*gga slippin'
n*ggas been trippin' lately
So I keep extensions
Better bounce out or this cake cutter gon' burn sh*t you when it hit you
Tell yo' family get some tissue
You b*tch you, mafia

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke
I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for
b*tches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron
And n*gga when I see you it's gon' be a homicide, n*gga
Yeah it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide
Yeah it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide
[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on b*tch, get yo' mind right
Don't talk to me like I'm a child
Pull up on side 'em at the red light and I'ma open fire
Countin' money for my n*ggas
You know tell em free Lil' Ky
Catch that pus*y n*gga who killed Lil' Dave then you gotta die
We know that the [?] team after us
Call my phone, yea I got it, I'ma bag it up
pus*y n*gga run up in this b*tch and I'ma bag 'em up
I say we ridin' 'round with that cutter ain't no smashin' us
Youngboy be the name
NBA, be the gang
Jump up out the whip and spray this b*tch without no aim
Motha' f*ck you choose the wrong gang

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke
I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for
b*tches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron
And n*gga when I see you it's gon' be a Homicide, n*gga
Yeah it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide
Yeah it's gon' be a homicide
pus*y n*gga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide