Homicide Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em](Bueller)
My nigga Pharris
Life Ain't No Joke
Victoriouz
Keep your eyes open, nigga

[Verse 2]
Be [Em]careful with bitches
All these bitches is diggers
They say she love you forever
Next thing be fuckin' your nigga
[C]Nee[Em]d a bitch to get with it
That's why I need me a Misses
I just fuck her and pass her
I might slide her some Fendi
Shorty say she three- hunnid
And she all 'bout daddy
She said she scared of them d- boys
Well shorty, that's how I'm livin'
Either fame or cars,
it wouldn't make me no difference
I just caught me a bird,
and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter
Light skin redbone
Peanut butter, no choc'
Or maybe cool as a fan,
or either darker than Tai
This the life that I'm livin',
I want part of it all
I'm like a star to a mall,
so I Target 'em all
Dolce & Gabbana
Gucci, Louis, and Prada
True Religions, and Rockins
Ralph Lauren and Robbins
Ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em
Soon as they drop it I cop it
Lead the lot with a foreign
Finna go slide on my foreign
2013, I got it
Last two years I've been trappin'
You addicted to bitches,
and I'm addicted to rappin'
All white Pelle is leather
lookin' just like a napkin
All my niggas, they drillin',
they say that we be trappin'
Let's get it

[Verse 3]
Homicide, [Em]homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48 in real life it's a homicide
He in the morgue,
always snitchin', or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48 in real life, 'fore he homicide
He in the morgue,
always snitchin', or he traumatized

[Verse 4]
I cut the lock [Em]off
Like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles
K9 blitz, they some dogs
That MAC'll knock his top off
That SF said, "Drop his top off"
Run up and you get dropped off
LL- button- up- Cool J
My diamonds red like Kool- Aid
My Rollie watch say, "Too late"
I'm mad as head like toupees
A lot of niggas fugazi
I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz, 'cept
I got like four chains
Police snatched say no names
You talkin', you get duct tape
What's like to have that buttface
These hoes they in a duck race
Fuck me, [C]then [Em]fuck BJ
Shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play
You pussys better behave
I'm runnin' home like relays
Let's get it

[Verse 5]
Homicide, [Em]homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a hom[C]icide
[Em]First 48 in real life it's a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitchin', or
he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
First 48 in real life, 'fore he homicide
He in the morgue,
always snitchin', or he traumatized

[Verse 6]
[Em]Free Twin
Free Bruh Bruh