Homicide Pt. 2 Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Woah
Lil Top ***
Smoke
Homicide, homicide, we know I make momma’s cry
Catch ’em ‘for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
*** wrong wit’ them people, talkin’ crazy
YoungBoy, I say, “Terminate ’em”
*** wrong wit’ them, ain’t wastin’ none of my lean, are you crazy?
Have pistols totin’ on the scene, that’s my baby
Four-five ho’s ’round me, three-five stick’s too
I want to know when these *** niggas got like this though
Like why, why, why *** niggas lyin’ like they want my soul?
All these niggas ho’s, they all ho’s
Tell ’em *** that tension, I’ma make sure that they know
She said she don’t smoke no ***
Come wit’ me, know what it is
Stay up out my ***’ house, this is not no place for kids
She tellin’ me she love me
*** ain’t poppin’ ***, she ain’t stayin’ over
Know I pop the ***, ain’t no layin’ on me
Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin’
Baby know I’m grimy, oh, baby know I’m slimey
Make that ho go buy lil bro a stick
Just so I can [] , she up inside this ***
*** ***, I say
Homicide, homicide, we know I make momma’s cry
*** her child, *** her child, we make ***’ momma’s cry
People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie
Never know who tellin’ names, that’s why they go to every side
Homicide, homicide, we know I make momma’s cry
Catch ’em ‘for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
*** wrong wit’ them people, talkin’ crazy
YoungBoy, I say, “Terminate ’em”