Homicide lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, b*tch
Let it bang, b*tch
We Insane, b*tch
We run up on him
Yeah, close range, b*tch (Where you going?)
Then we change sh*t (Boom, boom, boom)
Feeling n*ggas, we be killing n*ggas for the same sh*t
We hang sh*t
You drop the P's, then we take yo brains, b*tch

[Verse 1]
Gang sh*t
You ain't got no bodies, so don't claim sh*t
We take sh*t
We rob you if you looking like a stain, b*tch
Me and Lucci, menaces like we O-Dog and Caine, b*tch
This four nickle got hollow tips
It feel you up with pain, b*tch
Stop it, b*tch
If I up this Glock, then I'ma rock it, b*tch
I'm guaping, b*tch
I got your yearly profits in my pockets, b*tch
We popping sh*t
Pull up on yo block and get to mopping sh*t
We dropping sh*t, then get put up and watch it all on FOX and sh*t
We popping, b*tch
Twelve be tryna stop me, but ain't stopping sh*t
Foolie got the mop, he ain't talking 'bout no boxing sh*t
We rocking, b*tch
Pull up at them fifi's, not on no bopping sh*t
Y'all talking, you not on sh*t
This Glock I got got lots of kick
No lacking, b*tch
We be whacking sh*t
That's for Pappy, b*tch
We patching sh*t
You ride through my hood and get no passes, b*tch
Let them demons out
That's Lil Shotta and Lil Spazz, b*tch
That's yo girl? She swallowing kids
That lil nasty b*tch!