Homocide (feat. P-reala)

Yea, yea, yea

I get it now a motherfucker got it then

My own folk is gone tryna get these parrots in

I'm on a bird with them birds yea that trafficking

G4 on the way to see the africans

No confirmation, we do tell numbers

With a bag full of bills like the male ronda

M.i.a, that's the high rise

No restaurants but i could get 5 guys

And they all got a fag count

Shit ain't adding up we gon do a head count

See these automatic guns got bodies on em

I got killers with me this is just a hobby for em

Homicides on my mind everytime that we ride

You don't wanna fuck around and be around when we high

And we ride, and we ride, and we ride, and we riiiiidee

I'm bout to fly to the caymen islands

My bitch from camden where them shooters wylin

Y'all niggaz thinkin bout bloggin and them cheap hoes

I'm thinkin stash house and a speed boat

Weight up rooms think you disappear like david blain

Homicide come around nobody seen a thing

I bought my 1st trap and got a little heart

And had it ever since lemal was in linkin park

Jump in yhe hooptie, tie them bows tight

Ride on a nigga aim with my sights

Police comin, i'm runnin from the lights

Come and kill i'm a come back in that after life

As michael myers, slash all your tyres

Leave your baby momma residence i start the fire

As you walk your legs begin to grow weak

You hit nigga it's time for you to go to sleep