Bullet Fetish

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Homixide, xide, xide
Five, five, five (Side)
Knock the wrinkles out your jeans, hit you with the iron (Iron)
She ain't have shit, turn up that bitch, I put her in designer (Haha)
Throwin' fits, my ho stuck up
Tattoos on her ass, she a bad mother fucker (Tattoos)
Automatic, shot a baseball bat, I hit a slugger (Double O)
They throw salt but I ain't no slug, so it don't phase me (Nah)
Make your ho DJ on FaceTime, ain't talkin' Chase B (Wow)

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Got a sample of the dick, she wanna taste me (Ha)
He got a sample of the stick, the bullets grazed him (Blaow)
Them niggas so pussy, who the fuck raised them? (Ha)
My ho on freaky time, all the time, Lil' Kim (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' 24/7, I ain't gotta go to the gym (Ha)
Your partner D-I-E, we threw a party, steak on the grill (Ha)
Ho got more bodies than me, I'm still tryna catch that kill (Haha)
She poppin' percocets to sleep (Haha), she need that Xanax still (Haha)

[Verse 2: Double XL]
And I still pop the RP M523 loaded with a percocet pill
And I still got a bitch that keep a blick and p up the vacuum seal (What?)
And I got like some label tryna send me a hunnid, hell nah I ain't taking that deal (Fuck)
Luh Ri out the backseat, come out the sunroof, Double X drivin', workin' the wheel (Brrr, brrr)
I just put on the Mortal Kombat boot, nigga watch how I step in these elongated Timbs
I got a bitch say she wanna be Homixide, Lil Yo Gang, doublin', double O, all that
I got a Tec with a piece in the chamber, the drum on the bottom of your thing all black
ARP watch how I hit up his block (Blatt) with the 3 Double O in the G-ride all matte
And im drivin' with Ri, so after the spinnin' and drillin', you know we'll get here Allstate
And I fuck with my bitch, she Progressive (Yeah), put insurance on the whip
And I bought a little frenchie dog, that bitch named blackie
And the Y-Double, Lil Yo Gang, Homixide, 5, that's what I rep (Blatt)

[Verse 3: Ealuhri]
Lil Yo Gang
Celine ski mask, got shot on the block, who the fuck put my tonka back (Blatt)
Yung Crew V12 splat like a dong and a cat
10mm kill a bear
YMM pull up anywhere
Bout Lil Yo, I hop out the back of the spalt in my underwear, them folks thinkin' Luh Ri a mental patient
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Nigga buck on the blick
Why in the fuck would a young nigga play with Young Mob?
At the spot with a loaded guitar
Put the, Briccy Boy, Bob Marley
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Lil Yo Gang

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Homixide, xide, xide
Five, five, five
Knock the wrinkles out your jeans, hit you with the iron
She ain't have shit, turn up that bitch, I put her in designer
Throwin' fits, my ho stuck up
Tattoos on her ass, she a bad mother fucker
Automatic, shot a baseball bat, I hit a slugger
They throw salt but I ain't no slug, so it don't phase me
Make your ho DJ on FaceTime, ain't talkin' Chase B