Homicide Video (MV)

F*ck round wit me that get you shot up
I got 2 shooters they gone pop up
Eh ha ha
And they gone pop up on yo ass
Let go

F*ck round wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up)
I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot)
I️ herd you talking like you big man
(Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea)
Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya)
Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya)
So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang)
Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang

Glock 19, 15 shots make your head rock
You wit your crew AR-15 make them heads drops
I️ ain't no killer but for my money I️ let it bang
Ain't scared to be all alone so I️ don't need the gang
If shit get strange I call'em up and they on the way
You in the way you get removed just like a stain
Bullets fly like flocks of birds they came to hurt
We doing dirt we hit the trap then put in work
I️ got a son that's on the way
So I️ can see my baby boy won't hesitate to spray
Finger on the trigger imma squeeze like hug
Only difference is I️ don't show no love, give no f*cks
I️ swoop down on'em like Hawks
Nina I️ love when she talks
You don't wanna hear then kick rocks
Or she'll put your body box
Nigga you chicken like pox
I️ get you shots like a doctor
Medevac you wit a chopper
All bets on Br8ker is proper yea

F*ck round wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up)
I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot)
I️ herd you talking like you big man
(Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea)
Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya)
Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya)
So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang)
Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang

Call up my goons to pull a homi
Wave of bullets at your home that a tsunami
Or set you up by a chick who be hottie
She tie you up then my shooters come catch a body
We get rid of these characters like backspace or delete
Got to many people out here who is depending on me
So I️ can't not meet defeat, I️ will not take no more L's
If you trying to take me out my heater send ur ass to hell
Nick nack patty wack give a nigga bullet holes
Put one in his dome now he looking like a dolphin
But his body in the deep blue yea the ocean
Twin Nina's on me yea I️ call these girls the Olsen's
They something like a therapist known to get you open
Barrel smoking
Don't provoke me or the consequences have you laying in a ditch
And nobody find ya body hiding bodies is my niche, bow

F*ck around wit me that get you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up)
I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot)
I️ herd you talking like you big man
(Bow, bang, bang, bow, bang, yea)
Homicide, bullets Fly niggaz die (ya)
Strapped up I️n these streets you know we don't lie (ya)
So don't try, heater leave you fried (bang, bang)
Bet on me or my goons for the homicide bang

Bet on me and my goons for the homicide bang