Lyrics
(Homixide gang, ****)
(Blatt)
(Vlatt, vlatt, vlatt)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's just me and twin (On god)
Bout' to go slide, in a Benz (Okay)
I just wanna fuck you, I don't wanna fuck on yo' friends (Okay)
He wanna shoot, lil ****
I just want the fade, so give me that muh-fuckin 10
We ain't no bloods, It's fully GD's in the car
**** know that we slide with that Gen (Gen 5)
Lil baby, I love you
I just wanna fuck you, I'll slide on yo' muh-fuckin place
If a **** talk down on just me and lil Paige
We slide on yo' block, we sprayin' like mace
I'm missin', I'm missin' the muh-fuckin rage
Choppa' spread around the room, like sage
We hit that block up, then we head back to Crystal Lakе
Slit my throat before I talk to the jakes (On god)
Can't hang around ****, these **** be fake
Just separate drama, shit
I cannot take
I'm gettin' this money, just for my own sake
Can't hang around ****, these **** be cake
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, her name Paige
I'm gettin' money, you not
****, we not the same
Young ****, G'd up
You know that's the gang
Can't hang around ****, these **** be lame
I just want the money, I don't want the fame
Punchin' on ****, like my name Ekane
I'm doin the shit, that you muh-fuckin can't (Yeah)
Hardbody, **** know I'ma saint
Car-body, I be whippin' in that
Yo' bitch steady textin' my phone, she just wanna text
I don't want the (shhh), I just want yo' head
Pussy boy talkin', get shot in yo' neck
Throw up them rakes, like a muh-fuckin vet
What do you bang ****, what's yo' set? (Set!)
What do you bang ****, what's yo' set?
What do you- What do you bang ****, what's yo' set?
It's just me and twin
Bout' to go slide, in a Benz
I just wanna fuck you, I don't wanna fuck on yo' friends
He wanna shoot, lil ****
I just want the fade, so give me that muh-fuckin 10
We ain't no bloods, It's fully GD's in the car
**** know that we slide with that Gen
Lil baby, I love you
I just wanna fuck you, I'll slide on yo' muh-fuckin place
If a **** talk down on just me and lil Paige
We slide on yo' block, we sprayin' like mace
I'm missin', I'm missin' the muh-fuckin rage
Choppa' spread around the room, like sage
We hit that block up, then we head back to Crystal Lakе
Slit my throat before I talk to the jakеs
Written by: Marquis Jeffries
