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own homie - 1mere lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav, k!lled it)
that’s a green light

[verse]
the whole city know we the ones up on the score
if i ain’t on 60th then i’m probaly on 64th (grrh)
get your gun hot, i can show you how to use a torch (torch)
hit a n*gga twenty times, f*ck it, hit his ass some more (twenty times)
shh thought he was our homie ’til he got backdoored (backdoored)
let that man get up and just cook you, what your gat for? (what your gat for?)
i can’t name none of the guys we ain’t get back for
outside with fifty shots glocks, here come task force (force)
this that booka flow, i can’t do nothin’ but bend for him (go)
the campers come through clappin’ on bk, put that ten on him (ten on him)
ain’t no way lil’ d1 gettin’ in without that stick on him (stick on him)
arp rеally go to work, that sh*t hit many men (grrh)
bend that block all day and shoot it up until they givе in (boaw*boaw*boaw)
i switch burners everyday, my homies call me ben 10 (boaw*boaw*boaw)
you can’t even get a bucket if you try, ben simmons (ben simmons)
fetti died, the whole ybc cryin’, i know they miss him
and we spankin’ everybody (spankin’ everybody)
man, we spankin’ everybody (man, we spankin’ everybody)
go, go (yeah, go, go)
man, we spankin’ everybody, one n*gga left and we gon’ get him (get him)
n*gga said he disrespectful, i ain’t never see him bl!ckin’
i f*ck all my opps sisters, you can ask them if i didn’t (f*ck all my opps)
cck, backseat boys, it ain’t my fault we the ones winnin’ (backseat boy)
i told the guys, “it ain’t no stoppin’ this sh*t now” (i got y’all)
they all believe in me to get ’em out that dark cloud (cloud)
if i ain’t slide, who gon’ slide? i wish i would threw in the towel
yeah, i wish i would threw in the towel, go
it’s the bully tryna switch right to a fully (bully)
i ain’t cried when my homie died, that ain’t nothin’ to me
put a fat ass b*tt in my glock, this a bbl
and i got the vid of your man, you wanna see him tell? (tell)
n*gga ask about me, sh*t get bad, you don’t see me thrilled (i don’t cry)
i’m the same n*gga, i ain’t had sh*t but a scale (go)
i watch a n*gga bleed to death, he couldn’t breath before he fell (go)
we bring the pounds in the plane, i just hope that sh*t don’t smell
i don’t dig off n0body, n*ggas know that (know that)
and you wanna smoke a opp with me, come smoke the lo pack (the lo pack)
f*ck the opps, gorilla joe, this old plat (gorilla joe)
n*ggas know when i got booked i was sittin’ in that cell (in that cell)
n*gga know i ain’t said nothin’, did that drill and i ain’t tell (shh)
pistol p fightin’ a murder, one opp died with hus burner
and my b*tch keep smokin’ tryna walk out the house, she said we purgin’ (grrh)
caught a n*gga tryna bust traps in his timbs like we won’t serve him
in that v, four b*ttons, me and osama, we ain’t nervous
they can’t pop that sh*t to us, know four n*ggas who got stood over (go)
i can’t sleep at night, that perky hard, i’m never sober
i told walkdown, “if you want close casket, get up closer”
we put belt to ass, just ask, the campers cookin’ their opponents (they cookin’ their)
they was tryna count me out, leave me behind like i ain’t chosen (tryna count)
my own homie tried to trick out my spot like i ain’t notice
[outro]
they was tryna count me out like i ain’t chosen
my own homie trick out my spot like i ain’t notice
go, go
they was tryna count me out like i
my own homie tried

- 1mere lyrics

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