Homixide

My brother don't really be trippin'

He pop out the clip, come through, tryna step on some

Oh, blow, I'm tryna cap you, what? Thanks, y'all, I'm tryna stack me some

Y'all niggas know L5 be trippin', don't play with me, I'll rub on one

Tell him just give me a beat, I'ma ruin the whole thing, and that nigga don't yell on one

(What? Just chill)

Nah, tell her I feel the beat, got over a meal in my dealer, B

I'm tricking your bitch, you'll still be real

I don't even gotta slot no box to the back of this motherfuckin' Glock

It's still gon' glint

His ass tried to run and he still got hit

Do-do-do, hit the boy in this shit

I got a young nigga dissin' on me

'Cause his ho in the spot right now, and this bitch get flipped

Labrads keep thinking he can't 'cause ass gon' get took down until he get his hip

Oh, my God, don't fuck on this strip, he gon' feel the hot shit that come off my hip

Met a big booty bitch up in Griffin, but she tryna set up, she won't make it back to the grill

I spit a nigga block in the high vibe

I'm getting top by a dot in the drop top

I'm outside to the fourth, nigga Popeye

I'm at a fort, nigga, don't nigga knock-knock

Real deal ride around with a hot glove

Hit his ass to the leg, no hot scar

Keep saying, I shake, I shake, never cannot fuck with the 5, get powered

My brother don't really be trippin'

He pop out the clip, come through, tryna step on some

I'm blowin', I'm tryna cap you, what? Thanks, y'all, I'm tryna stack me some

Y'all niggas know L5 be trippin', don't play with me, I'll rub on one

Tell him just give me a beat, I'ma ruin the whole thing, and that nigga don't yell on one

(What? Just chill)

Nah, tell her I feel the beat, got over a meal in my dealer, B

I'm tricking your bitch, you'll still be real