HOMICIDE YEAR by YUNG YORU Lyrics
(Direct deposit, eh)
[Laughing]
[Verse]
Let me spit it real quick
Nibble-Nick on soul kicks
Slit the throat of antagonists
Colonized cliques
Better watch the kid
Dyn-o-mite, it's clear
Nigga got no fear
I listen what I put in your ear
Decimals are loud and clear
Hide all those you hold dear
This is Homicide Year
[Hook]
DIE!
DIE!
FLY!
[Verse]
You Rick Ross while I MJ
Flip, zip, get paid
Track laced, cocaine
Oh shit, par-tay
This flow may be those
Get all of the hoes
Yes sir, I blow O's
Checks filled with zeros
This is not Euros
My year is Pisces
Neck is not icy
My bitch just might be
Come try and fight me
[Laughs]
(Sorry)
(Get punched in yo shit, bitch)
(Excuse my language)
Dark matter in mental caskets
Magic rad tactics for you mad addicts
I stay trappin', my rhythm is not ratchet
How the fuck you think you flow without using the song you wrote?
Styles just be freein' and I'm schemin' in a dream to blow steam like machines and Cole Green
Can I get a lighter for some heat, sir, please?
Nah nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nahh
Straight contagious
You wanna rap like an OG
In his prime, always flowing
Sober, put down the codeine
Double flex, nigga, let the wild west hit him
Now he's forgot how the symmetry has been systemed
Go out, beat you across the snout, no doubt
People wanna fuck around until the burn out
(Fuck you)
(You little bitch)
(Two-Fry, you ain't worth it)
(Last! Last!)
(Last!)
Straight hazin', I'm star-gazin', I contemplate
High-cal rhymes from Mack 11s on interstates
Initiate, eating my lyrics off dinner plates
Along the Salisbury Steak like bacon and eggs
And I'm not fake
Throw some bodies into a lake
Smoke shake
How much more can I possibly take?
Homicide Year
Let the wake and bake come commence
Start here, kid
Blitzkrieg!
Bullfrog!
Die
DIE!
DIE!
DIE!
FLY!
[Goat noise]
[Laughing]
[Verse]
Let me spit it real quick
Nibble-Nick on soul kicks
Slit the throat of antagonists
Colonized cliques
Better watch the kid
Dyn-o-mite, it's clear
Nigga got no fear
I listen what I put in your ear
Decimals are loud and clear
Hide all those you hold dear
This is Homicide Year
[Hook]
DIE!
DIE!
FLY!
[Verse]
You Rick Ross while I MJ
Flip, zip, get paid
Track laced, cocaine
Oh shit, par-tay
This flow may be those
Get all of the hoes
Yes sir, I blow O's
Checks filled with zeros
This is not Euros
My year is Pisces
Neck is not icy
My bitch just might be
Come try and fight me
[Laughs]
(Sorry)
(Get punched in yo shit, bitch)
(Excuse my language)
Dark matter in mental caskets
Magic rad tactics for you mad addicts
I stay trappin', my rhythm is not ratchet
How the fuck you think you flow without using the song you wrote?
Styles just be freein' and I'm schemin' in a dream to blow steam like machines and Cole Green
Can I get a lighter for some heat, sir, please?
Nah nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nahh
Straight contagious
You wanna rap like an OG
In his prime, always flowing
Sober, put down the codeine
Double flex, nigga, let the wild west hit him
Now he's forgot how the symmetry has been systemed
Go out, beat you across the snout, no doubt
People wanna fuck around until the burn out
(Fuck you)
(You little bitch)
(Two-Fry, you ain't worth it)
(Last! Last!)
(Last!)
Straight hazin', I'm star-gazin', I contemplate
High-cal rhymes from Mack 11s on interstates
Initiate, eating my lyrics off dinner plates
Along the Salisbury Steak like bacon and eggs
And I'm not fake
Throw some bodies into a lake
Smoke shake
How much more can I possibly take?
Homicide Year
Let the wake and bake come commence
Start here, kid
Blitzkrieg!
Bullfrog!
Die
DIE!
DIE!
DIE!
FLY!
[Goat noise]