I'm gonna blitz and I can't miss, throw my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide
Through the ops, playing the opps I dissed, look ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef eating, we eat the beef, dead homies, unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the
Pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone, park in
The car to get up on him, put the gun on the hood, sit it on him, I'ma shoot through the
Backpack or the back flap, no plan, this ain't Sony, hop in the beast, his knee high, throw
A bullet at niggas like Eli, just ride down the 5 and C-ride, or come to the Shaw and
See I, yeah, everything coming lit, I seen him, he a bitch, I put my team on, you a stitch
Got shit locked down, it's a glitch, tell him to give it up, he about to bump away
I'm about to work the street up, I don't ride with niggas that ride with muscles
Bitch, I do blitz and I can't miss, find my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide
Through the ice, playing the opposite disc, niggas ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef, eatin', we eat the beef, dead homies, we unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
Amas soon as I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping
Up, I got the pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone
40 with a switch on, sent him with his dead homies, project boat, no phone, ask niggas
That know, last nigga with that tough shit, had to roll up on some, couldn't catch him
Caught his homie, left his brains in the coma, Peblos to the hunters, 5'4 to the short line
We don't f*ck with no opps, pow pow, now it's block out, bad bitch gave up the drop, wet n
Nigga, whole block up, hundred rounds in that damn mop, keep shooting till his car stop
Chop a bullet, flip, hit his mouth, made blood, whole jaw drop, most so simple, yet one
F*ck a nigga, let's get it back, high as f*ck, playing toe tag, won't stop till he in the bag
Send him to his damn homies, hit that pot, just get another bag
I go blitz and I can't miss, call my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide through
The ice, playing the opps, I diss, lick ain't no peach tree, we come from the beef eating
We eat the beef, dead homies, reunite you with your dead homies, on a dead homie, double
Back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead, as soon as I
Seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the pistol
I'm never lonely, y'all ain't heard me before, pop out, put the car in the fire
MOESOGOSO - Dead Homies (feat. Projeck Bo) Lyrics
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I'm gonna blitz and I can't miss, throw my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide
Through the ops, playing the opps I dissed, look ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef eating, we eat the beef, dead homies, unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the
Pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone, park in
The car to get up on him, put the gun on the hood, sit it on him, I'ma shoot through the
Backpack or the back flap, no plan, this ain't Sony, hop in the beast, his knee high, throw
A bullet at niggas like Eli, just ride down the 5 and C-ride, or come to the Shaw and
See I, yeah, everything coming lit, I seen him, he a bitch, I put my team on, you a stitch
Got shit locked down, it's a glitch, tell him to give it up, he about to bump away
I'm about to work the street up, I don't ride with niggas that ride with muscles
Bitch, I do blitz and I can't miss, find my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide
Through the ice, playing the opposite disc, niggas ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef, eatin', we eat the beef, dead homies, we unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
Amas soon as I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping
Up, I got the pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone
40 with a switch on, sent him with his dead homies, project boat, no phone, ask niggas
That know, last nigga with that tough shit, had to roll up on some, couldn't catch him
Caught his homie, left his brains in the coma, Peblos to the hunters, 5'4 to the short line
We don't f*ck with no opps, pow pow, now it's block out, bad bitch gave up the drop, wet n
Nigga, whole block up, hundred rounds in that damn mop, keep shooting till his car stop
Chop a bullet, flip, hit his mouth, made blood, whole jaw drop, most so simple, yet one
F*ck a nigga, let's get it back, high as f*ck, playing toe tag, won't stop till he in the bag
Send him to his damn homies, hit that pot, just get another bag
I go blitz and I can't miss, call my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide through
The ice, playing the opps, I diss, lick ain't no peach tree, we come from the beef eating
We eat the beef, dead homies, reunite you with your dead homies, on a dead homie, double
Back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead, as soon as I
Seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the pistol
I'm never lonely, y'all ain't heard me before, pop out, put the car in the fire
Through the ops, playing the opps I dissed, look ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef eating, we eat the beef, dead homies, unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the
Pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone, park in
The car to get up on him, put the gun on the hood, sit it on him, I'ma shoot through the
Backpack or the back flap, no plan, this ain't Sony, hop in the beast, his knee high, throw
A bullet at niggas like Eli, just ride down the 5 and C-ride, or come to the Shaw and
See I, yeah, everything coming lit, I seen him, he a bitch, I put my team on, you a stitch
Got shit locked down, it's a glitch, tell him to give it up, he about to bump away
I'm about to work the street up, I don't ride with niggas that ride with muscles
Bitch, I do blitz and I can't miss, find my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide
Through the ice, playing the opposite disc, niggas ain't no peach tree, we come from the
Beef, eatin', we eat the beef, dead homies, we unite you with your dead homies on a dead
Homie, double back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead
Amas soon as I seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping
Up, I got the pistol, I'm never lonely, while they hurry, pop pop, put the car in the phone
40 with a switch on, sent him with his dead homies, project boat, no phone, ask niggas
That know, last nigga with that tough shit, had to roll up on some, couldn't catch him
Caught his homie, left his brains in the coma, Peblos to the hunters, 5'4 to the short line
We don't f*ck with no opps, pow pow, now it's block out, bad bitch gave up the drop, wet n
Nigga, whole block up, hundred rounds in that damn mop, keep shooting till his car stop
Chop a bullet, flip, hit his mouth, made blood, whole jaw drop, most so simple, yet one
F*ck a nigga, let's get it back, high as f*ck, playing toe tag, won't stop till he in the bag
Send him to his damn homies, hit that pot, just get another bag
I go blitz and I can't miss, call my shooter and get an assist, I used to slide through
The ice, playing the opps, I diss, lick ain't no peach tree, we come from the beef eating
We eat the beef, dead homies, reunite you with your dead homies, on a dead homie, double
Back, I be where the trouble at, that's on a dead homie, niggas is dead, as soon as I
Seen a nigga sitting right to his dead homie, I don't play, I be popping up, I got the pistol
I'm never lonely, y'all ain't heard me before, pop out, put the car in the fire
Writer: Travis Spelmon
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