Dead Homies by Lil Yungeen
Dead Homies by Lil Yungeen

Dead Homies

Lil Yungeen * Track #21 On President of the Hood

Dead Homies Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, man (DJbeatsonfire, you did this?)
2300 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass smoked (Glah, glah)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glah)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my niggas buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my brother
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga

[Verse]
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, nigga (Here go your diapеr, nigga)
You ain't into it with gang for real
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (Broke-ass nigga)
With your brokе ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
We ain't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else hit they block (Grr)
Free Trell 2300
Only one I love from 4 Block
KD got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (What? What?)
If niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag
For Drilly, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (Her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me in case I run up out that switch kind, glah (Grr)
We get litty in the city (City, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City, what?)
We don't say "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say "No kizzy" (City, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, nigga, we gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, nigga
Neil U bitch, Nigga, doin' all that dissin' but
We ain't doin' no diss

[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass smoked (Glah, glah)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glah)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my niggas buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my brother
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga

[Verse 2]
Fuck my brother, I told 'em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (Come here)
The night Drilly died, if you was there, just know you dyin' too (Gang)
Ask the opps from EDK, next day, they ass was down two (Down, man down)
Hellfire on the back of that Glock, sound like a switch, it soundproof (Brrah)
And I agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and I ain't lied (Let's get it)
All the guns and chains and cars took out the city, ain't none mine
I took shit on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin' (Pussy-ass nigga)
We put belt to ass, we spankin' shit (Come here), y'all still actin' like y'all up (Come here, come here)
Sleazy vibes, what's-his-name got hit in his shit, he called for help (Ah)
He ain't do it but still said, "Fuck 'em," so he did that to himself (Bitch-ass nigga)
Block too hot, we can't post up, we get to hangin' down on Wells (Man, what?)
In the '6, ask the streets, I'm bigger than Yeezy, I'm the G.O.A.T. (Bigger than Yeezy)
Ain't no G's, we catch 'em, squeeze before the keys get in the door ('Fore the keys get in the door)
Lil Wock with me, he spinnin' three times even though my boy a 4 (Spin, spin, spin)
Opps died, we don't brag no more, we get to yellin', "Go" (Man, what?) We know they your dead homies nigga

[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass smoked (Glah, glah)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glah)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my niggas buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my brother
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga

[Outro]
DJbeatsonfire
Yeah
(I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga)
Lil Yungeen
Fuck EDK

Dead Homies Q&A

Who wrote Dead Homies's ?

Dead Homies was written by Lil Yungeen & DJbeatsonfire.

Who produced Dead Homies's ?

Dead Homies was produced by DJbeatsonfire.

When did Lil Yungeen release Dead Homies?

Lil Yungeen released Dead Homies on Wed Feb 28 2024.

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