Homicide Pt. 2

Woah Lil Top nigga Smoke Homicide, homicide, we know how to make momma's cry Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside Fuck wrong with them people, talkin' crazy YoungBoy, I say, "Terminate 'em" Fuck wrong with them, ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy? Have pistols totin' on the scene, that's my baby Four-five ho's 'round me, three-five stick's too I want to know when these p***y niggas got like this though Like why, why, why p***y niggas lyin' like they want my soul? All these niggas ho's, they all ho's Tell 'em fuck that tension, I'ma make sure that they know She said she don't smoke no dope Come with me, know what it is Stay up out my fuckin' house, this is not no place for kids She tellin' me she love me Bitch ain't poppin' p***y, she ain't stayin' over Know I pop the p***y, ain't no layin' on me Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin' Baby know I'm grimy, oh, baby know I'm slimey Make that ho go buy lil bro a stick Just so I can tell him to shoot shit up inside this bitch p***y nigga I say Homicide, homicide, we know how to make momma's cry Kill her child, kill her child, we make fuckin' momma's cry People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side Homicide, homicide, we knowhow to make momma's cry Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside Fuck wrong with them people, talkin' crazy YoungBoy, I say, "Termination" --- Homicide Pt. 2 - YoungBoy Never Broke Again