HomicideMan

He tried to run up bruh I want him dead 30k for the drop Put the pack on his head he said he a Shooter why the fuck is he scared up too with my stick And I'm bustin my led he got caught in the jam he got shot in his leg Did this shit on my own I ain't never got fed did this shit for a year And these niggas went fed and I'm busting the 30 ain't gone stop till he dead and bitch I've been having this shit I'm a walkdownboy but I'll bust out the whip cap rap Niggas ain't toting no stick put the stick in the shift and I'm flooring this whip I don't chase bitches they stay on my dick Dropping hits back to back and they say I don't miss And them walkdownsteppas at the top of this shit purple punch in the pack I might fuck on his bitch 3 band cartiers you can't do it like this I done ran up my money not making no diss (Damn why gotta fuck on my bitch?) her pussy was good but I nut on her lips how she wanting chanel she keep throwing them fits And I'm busting the 30 extended my clip (Crush em then I put the iron in my dip) Started popping them percs I might take me a sip them niggas ain't sliding when shit hit the fan when shit hit the Fan you gone see who your man it is what it is he's not your real man That boy not my man that boy he a fan it is what it is I am who I am I'm plucking the ops they got caught in the jam Ima slide back the door you gone see who I am don't call me BandChasin I'm the HomicideMan (Uh) Then I post a play on his rip he a birdy ass nigga So it's a sweet lick jay throw audible I call out a blitz I'm the king in my hood fuck being a prince I run up the pack like I'm marshawn lynch got the stick in the mall I'm tryn bust me that bitch I see a vick then I'm geeking to crush bullets eating his stomach You can tell by his lunch he was purpin in the morning He got shot by his brunch I-95 he got left in the dust If i see a opp on the rip I'm like bust (That's the opp right there? Oh yeah bust)