Homicides (feat. Walt Baby, SRT Mooda, THF Tshoota)

Yeah, yeah, Walt Baby

(Ha Ha Ha, Nick you're stupid)

Lil Mooda, Shoot sum

Jody (Jody, Jody, Jody)

They on my ass, Walt, what you been doin?
Shit, I been workin
In my bag, in my Birkin
That bitch bad, but she ain't worth it

Get on his ass, close the curtains
If he play with me and mine
Ridin' round with four niggas
Won't tote no baby ass nine

Ain't no nine's, we gon' pull up nicks and 40's when we slide
Homicide, ain't no Melly way but murder on my mind
Homicide, they start bringin' up them cases, I stay quiet
Homicide, in my city, you might fuck around and just die

When we pop out, it's a hundred shots or better
Any weather
You can catch me chasin' cheese
Fell in love with chasin' cheddar

For my bruddas, I'm on go
We step on shit, we be them steppers
They know we the ones that run the 'raq
Them boys don't want no pressure

If it's beef, let me know
Pop the through yo shit like brother man
Roll the weed up with my right
Rub on your bitch, my other hand

Baby girl, I can change yo life
In ways you won't understand
You say you sleazy, right
Fuck it, baby, finesse your other man

Homicides, Homicides, Homicides, Homicides

We flippin' back to back in SRTs and Scats
12 get behind me
They know not to play, I'm hard to catch
I'm in my bully mode

Switches on fully mode
I won't break, bend, or fold
I won't fall, break a band
Ten milli, break a bone

We gon' hop out, stretch em
Ain't no need for him to stretch
We gon' leave him DOA
Lil' boy better not let me catch 'em

All that hot shit in the way
I been changin' for the better
I been missin' for a while
I had to get my shit together

Had to get my shit in order
While I got a daughter
VVS's on me
My shit hit like it was water

Niggas snitchin' on they day ones
This ain't law and order
Been puttin' raps together
Foenem told me go record 'em