Suicide Homicide (Feat. Wooh Da Kid) feat. Wooh Da Kid

歌詞

You decide to keen your pride I ain't waiting ain't got no patience Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education 24 7 shawty fuck a vacation Lost a real nigga why you go to the station Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating Can't be pussy why god had to take 'em Free my nigga Moe 25 years he facing I'm from the Grove Street, that's my nation. Hoes on point, never lose a concentration New black 'rari, got a nigga try and race it. Fresh off probabation, say whats up to the Haitians. Solo rotation, got a nigga gon' point. Case of the case, when this shit gon' stop Run up on me(Cl-cl-cl-)POW! POW! Man bout to drop I'm a Brick Squad crop. The crowd screamin' Waka Flock! Man you rad! Dude you go hard! I yelled out squad! Crowd yell out squad! I'm livin' at hell, I'm only scared of God Suicide paint, suicide rims Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga Homicide purp', homicide vert Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt Homicide ice, homicide life Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up. Imma rich man sparking, a rich man coughin Dead man walkin, dead man talkin' I'm the man with the grams, get your bags get your weight Call me Bakerman, 'cause I can bake a cake Gucci Drop top rarri, call it headless horseman Cooking up babies, call that shit abortion Roaming through the 6 like a mothafuckin' orphan I think I killed your roll dog and put him in a coffin When its on again grab a tone again No pad or pen I gotta win BSM and 1017 my whole squad be going in Suicide is a homicide I smoke so much my brain is fried Ferrari boyz and Ferrari toys Pullin' up lookin' like the gotti boyz Suicide paint, suicide rims Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga Homicide purp, homicide vert Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt Homicide ice, homicide life Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up. Doors go up we just call it suicide I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide Its 1017 that mean its time for BSM Bread to win, that's for Pop Joe and Bos and Bim Test what, test that, test this Your bet your real lab rat I'll let a test bit Running with the cannon I ain't talkin' nick I put 7 on your chest like Emm dot VICK Murder nigga, murder nigga Real short fuse I hurta nigga Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da King I'm married to my strap and I don't need a ring