homies

Singer: young nudy

yeah

like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag

my dawg just dropped this shit off

said today was a good day in the trap

you know what i'm sayin'?

we fly high

that's no lie

yeah

baby girl

you know that we ballin'

gotta get the money and you know ain't no stallin'

know i'm in the trap

i'm a real trap-a-holic

i'ma get this money

yeah

whatever you call it

and i got shooters

they poppin'

get a nigga money

know them niggas feelin' cocky

i'm a big dog so you know i'm extra cocky

too much money on me

baby

know my pockets sloppy

i don't listen to no stop sign

who the fuck gon' stop me

you know how rock

you know how we rockin'

paradise east got that bitch poppin'

4l gang the only gang that i'm in

you know that's my dog

that's my dog

that's my twin

time for the smoke

pull up nigga

i'm hoppin' in

same shit been goin' on ever since we were kids

shit so rock-solid

hope my niggas don't forget

ever since i got that money niggas changed on me

not my same homies

i'm out here feelin' lonely

think these niggas my homies?

then why they hatin' on me?

damn

man i see it

i know he didn't really want me

so i have it on me

keep it on me

stay on me

pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely

money

that's my friend

all i need is benjamin when it come at the end

same niggas i growed up wit'

man

these niggas switched on me

damn

i thought we gon' be rich together

you were my homie

man

these niggas fold up under pressure

they ain't homies

niggas pissed on me

i know they switched on me

gotta hit the switch on that shit

homie

spin like a ballerina when the stick hit

homie

real shit

homie

you're not my homie

better keep it on you when i see you

homie

i cannot believe what they think of me

this shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me

this shit ain't safe for these niggas to me

you know you switched two sides

know you got to die

i don't wanna see your mama cry

but i lied

know i let them bullets straight fly

blowin' up your block

soundin' like 4th of july

my new years resolution- make sure that you niggas die

look at money fly

fallin' out the sky

bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour

taste like some old food

yeah

this shit sour

i send you nothin' but flowers

no crown

that's no coward

put me dead in a hour

send them threats

know i send 'em back

shooters comin' for that money

know they got to kill a man

out for that money

he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands

told him he gotta spin him wit' that draco

nigga do it fast

do that fast

do him bad

same niggas i growed up wit'

man

these niggas switched on me

damn

i thought we gon' be rich together

you were my homie

man

these niggas fold up under pressure

they ain't homies

niggas pissed on me

i know they switched on me

gotta hit the switch on that shit

homie

spin like a ballerina when the stick hit

homie

real shit

homie

you're not my homie

better keep it on you when i see you

homie

Lyric Context: homies - young nudy