Roundz Homixide Gang
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[Intro: Homixide Beno!]
(FMG)
(Man, take that motherfucker up)
Sheesh, yo
Yo, yo (What? What?)
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Pull up on curb (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Fuck nigga play, meet the birds (Meet the birds)
Fuck nigga play, meet rounds (Meet rounds, huh? What?)
Pull up on curb (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Fuck nigga play, meet the birds (Meet the birds)
Fuck nigga play, hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
Keep talkin', nigga, move 'round town (Move 'round town)
Yeah, Jackboy out of dope (Jackboy out of dope)
Backdoor closed, not [?]
Hit Lil Boom on the road (Homixide, Homixide)
Chopper make him move out of town (Sheesh)
Yeah (What?), we go hard, start wavin' hundred rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh
[Verse: Homixide Meechie]
WWE Smackdown
She gettin' it out the mud, dirtbike
And, it—, it's a flood, got water on my wrist
Say it's up, yeah, we triple-cross thе nig'
Give us the word, we gon' creep out of it
Out of statе workin', no sleep 'round this bitch
First and the third, then karate chopped the brick
We got the hook-up, just call me, you'll get it
Pullin' your [?] like the worm (Uh)
These hollow tips leave—
There's thirty rounds in this bi—
Huh, my Glock got a ruler clip
I shoot you [?]
(FMG)
(Man, take that motherfucker up)
Sheesh, yo
Yo, yo (What? What?)
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Pull up on curb (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Fuck nigga play, meet the birds (Meet the birds)
Fuck nigga play, meet rounds (Meet rounds, huh? What?)
Pull up on curb (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Fuck nigga play, meet the birds (Meet the birds)
Fuck nigga play, hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
Keep talkin', nigga, move 'round town (Move 'round town)
Yeah, Jackboy out of dope (Jackboy out of dope)
Backdoor closed, not [?]
Hit Lil Boom on the road (Homixide, Homixide)
Chopper make him move out of town (Sheesh)
Yeah (What?), we go hard, start wavin' hundred rounds (Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh
[Verse: Homixide Meechie]
WWE Smackdown
She gettin' it out the mud, dirtbike
And, it—, it's a flood, got water on my wrist
Say it's up, yeah, we triple-cross thе nig'
Give us the word, we gon' creep out of it
Out of statе workin', no sleep 'round this bitch
First and the third, then karate chopped the brick
We got the hook-up, just call me, you'll get it
Pullin' your [?] like the worm (Uh)
These hollow tips leave—
There's thirty rounds in this bi—
Huh, my Glock got a ruler clip
I shoot you [?]
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