HOMICIDE!

If you really want some smoke pull up on me you can fucking get it
Turn him to a ghost pull up on him got a glocky and it’s automatic
Turn him to a bitch if he ain’t about the fucking static
Drain my fucking clip
Leave that Pussy with a whole inside him
I don’t give a fuck bitch you a pussy you a hoe
You can suck up on my dick I don’t fuck with no hoes
Fold that pussy he a bitch
I break his neck watch him fold
If he ever talk shit turn that bitch right to a ghost
I kick him damn the damn stairs I break his neck break his bones
I put his onto fire I watch that shit burn down slow
I kick him straight in his teeth break his jaw and his bones
Shut the fuck up you bitch I don’t fuck with no hoe
(Verse 2: Yung Flex)
Slam that pussy on his muhfucking skull
Watch your mouth, please don’t talk to me, I don’t fuck with hoes
You get smoked, 30 to your head, blood on my cloths
Hit the door, you a fucking stain, you a fucking joke
You a bitch boy, snitch boy, pull up you get hit boy
Big toy hanging off my mothrfucking hip boy
You ain’t think that I was with the shits, you best get hip boy
Medusa, way these bullets shoot you through your fucking lip boy
It’s a homicide, better bring your mom inside
Spin the block, and you don’t want her ass to die tonight
Run in your crib and turn your studio to columbine
100 round drum, one in your head, so now it’s 99