MW5
Homixide Gang
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Hey man, y'all smoke that opp pack though?
Lemme roll that shit up right quick
(WassupJP)
(Deno, you cookin' up)
I smoke H5
I'm with R5 (R5)
Fuck who outside (fuck who out)
Let that stick ride (grrah, grrah)
We on opp time (we on opp)
Now your mama cryin' (now your mama)
'Cause her son dyin' ('cause her son dyin')
All these bullets flyin' (all these bullets flyin')
What you sayin'? (What you sayin'?)
If ain't no opp pack, don't roll (roll that shit)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoes (like them hoes)
Nigga said he want some smoke with me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block (I can't do it)
This shit got out of control (out of control)
We might creep up on his street
Chopper loaded up that's sweet
Need an opper struck this week
Fuck that shit, nobody sleep
I won't never say your name unless I see you come for me
How the fuck you want these problems with the gang and you on feet?
Nigga play 'round with the Problem, he ain't gon' make it to the street
He was talkin', now deceased, how we did it him, it was sweet
Catch a nigga lackin', let him have it, then go see the chief
Man, that shit is tragic how it happened, I ain't even ate in weeks
Who gon' call his family? I ride round with automatics (auto, glizzy)
Hit his block (hit his block) with the sticky-icky, now his child abandoned (sticky-icky)
Shooters praying (shooters praying) for a body, acting like some addicts (had to chill)
Now your family want some justice, screaming, "Why that happen?" (Why that happen? Shit)
I smoke H5
I'm with R5 (R5)
Fuck who outside (fuck who out)
Let that stick ride (grrah, grrah)
We on opp time (we on opp)
Now your mama cryin' (now your mama)
'Cause her son dyin' ('cause her son dyin')
All these bullets flyin' (all these bullets flyin')
What you sayin'? (What you saying?)
If ain't no opp pack, don't roll (don't roll)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoes (there he go)
Nigga said he want some smoke with me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block (I can't do it) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
This shit got out of control (out of control)
What?
Huh, huh, huh, chopper make them get down, woah (what?)
Huh, huh, huh, 7.62 come out the- woah (what?)
Pop out the top of my pole (my pole)
I'm known for lettin' shit blow
You know I'm on go (Homixide)
Step on they block like, woah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Bitch, I'm a trap star, bitch, I'm a rock star, woah (woah, Homixide)
Yeah, we rockin' out shows, you know we gettin' hella dough (what?)
Do this shit for the bros
We stackin' this shit, get our 'cho (Homixide)
You know this bitch rock and roll
You know I'm stickin' with my guys (what?)
It's Homixide, yeah, for life
Yeah, choppers on choppers, it's opp time
We get to drivin', do walk downs
Free all my niggas out the dog pound
No, I ain't puttin' my gun down
I like to hear how the gun sound
I like to smoke on the H5
Pop out they way on that opp time, yeah
Opp time, opp time, opp time, let's go
Opp time, opp time, opp time
Pop out they way on that opp time