Citizens by Homxcide Lyrics
Lets not stray from the fact they not certified catch a brim in the spot he feel mortified
Got a knot on the head for the spicy talk they not beefin wit Homi they terrified look
2 3 shots let that blow
Got more knoxks I might go broke
These niggas don’t put in no work that’s on folk
Heard these niggas is cappin bout shit they don’t tote
I’m rappin no cappin ya niggas is jokes if you spin through G than you finna get poked
Niggas jack beef than we scrapping
No relaxin
Pistol packin
If he step outta line than we whack em
Niggas jack GDK for the fashion
If he droppin the rakes it get tragic
Niggas chatting
It’s all games till I spin with the rachеt
Copped a grip but got no one to match it
Niggas lackin
Bullets rеadin ya mind telepathic
Talkin hot don’t get caught up in traffic
Niggas fiendin but don’t want the static
2 deep and we causing some havoc
Boy you pussy you weak you a maggot
Not to mention these niggas is faggots
Gang
All black fit
Clutch that grip
Gang wit me so I won’t slip
They talkin bout gang like we ain’t with the shits when I see em on my bro bitch I’m dumpin a clip
Fuck what you jack
Still ain’t get back
Big EBK bitch I’m heavy on that
Ain't doin no addin we only subtract
Gang
Gang
Ya keep rappin bout love and these bitches while I’m stuck to my road to the riches
I keep tellin ya snitches get stitches I catch me a rat he get put in them ditches
Had enough im just countin my digits run up a hit than I’m out in a civic
They touch money than start actin different stop acting slick see the hate that they givin
Ain't no stopping the way that I’m livin Smokin on opps and that shit keep on hittin
Niggas mad at the shit that I’m spittin suck my whole dick give a fuck if you dissin
On a spree so you know I ain’t missin droppin more bodies to teach em a lesson
I got grips and I’m really aggressive hop out the cut see the change in expression
Yea I ride wit the glee
Homi Da G ya not fuckin with me
Opp niggas talkin not fast on they feet Man I’m Bustin these triggers don’t care if I cheat
Niggas want war
Promise you not gon want more
Touch one of mine and we takin like four
357s go straight through the door
Now that boy leakin he dead on the floor
What
Clutch it dump it we spin through gang gon rush it
We bang it no discussions don’t come dolo walk in caution
My demons shoot the function talk all big get tossed in Hudson
Dead opps they keep on Bussin see my grip don’t push my buttons
Got a knot on the head for the spicy talk they not beefin wit Homi they terrified look
2 3 shots let that blow
Got more knoxks I might go broke
These niggas don’t put in no work that’s on folk
Heard these niggas is cappin bout shit they don’t tote
I’m rappin no cappin ya niggas is jokes if you spin through G than you finna get poked
Niggas jack beef than we scrapping
No relaxin
Pistol packin
If he step outta line than we whack em
Niggas jack GDK for the fashion
If he droppin the rakes it get tragic
Niggas chatting
It’s all games till I spin with the rachеt
Copped a grip but got no one to match it
Niggas lackin
Bullets rеadin ya mind telepathic
Talkin hot don’t get caught up in traffic
Niggas fiendin but don’t want the static
2 deep and we causing some havoc
Boy you pussy you weak you a maggot
Not to mention these niggas is faggots
Gang
All black fit
Clutch that grip
Gang wit me so I won’t slip
They talkin bout gang like we ain’t with the shits when I see em on my bro bitch I’m dumpin a clip
Fuck what you jack
Still ain’t get back
Big EBK bitch I’m heavy on that
Ain't doin no addin we only subtract
Gang
Gang
Ya keep rappin bout love and these bitches while I’m stuck to my road to the riches
I keep tellin ya snitches get stitches I catch me a rat he get put in them ditches
Had enough im just countin my digits run up a hit than I’m out in a civic
They touch money than start actin different stop acting slick see the hate that they givin
Ain't no stopping the way that I’m livin Smokin on opps and that shit keep on hittin
Niggas mad at the shit that I’m spittin suck my whole dick give a fuck if you dissin
On a spree so you know I ain’t missin droppin more bodies to teach em a lesson
I got grips and I’m really aggressive hop out the cut see the change in expression
Yea I ride wit the glee
Homi Da G ya not fuckin with me
Opp niggas talkin not fast on they feet Man I’m Bustin these triggers don’t care if I cheat
Niggas want war
Promise you not gon want more
Touch one of mine and we takin like four
357s go straight through the door
Now that boy leakin he dead on the floor
What
Clutch it dump it we spin through gang gon rush it
We bang it no discussions don’t come dolo walk in caution
My demons shoot the function talk all big get tossed in Hudson
Dead opps they keep on Bussin see my grip don’t push my buttons