Put yo hands up if ya feel me
My homies still wit me, yeah
C'mon
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me, I don't need you
My life a movie, you just prepping like a preview
You talking all that shit, I don't believe you
That's why yo baby momma wanna leave you
I'm tired of talking to these naive dudes
I'm posted with my homies, they some real dudes
Got eyes everywhere, more than three views
Picky with who we kick it, we can't receive you
This some real shit, something you can't understand
Tryna stack it to the ceiling, I'm yo money man
Tryna put them hunnid dollar bills in rubber bands
Try and come it and take from me, homie I'll be damned
Got my homies wit me, talking all day
My life a movie, I be living like I'm Scarface
Bad bitch with me call her doll face
Tonight I'll probably end up in a car chase
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me like we Death Row
Like it's 96, homie I'm so retro
Peter Kings, my bitches treat me like a pharaoh
Whole team on point, we ain't shooting arrows
I'm just shooting my shot
At this money at this fame, you could like it or not
If I got my homie wit me bet he got him a Glock
My homies on some other shit, tryna line you in chalk woah
This some West Coast LA shit
Homie at the Ritz Carlton parking valet whips
Other homie gangbanging like an LA crip
I got all types of homies yeah that's just how it is, fo real
But ain't packing no steel
I'm tryna move legitimately tryna make me a mil
Yeah I got my homies wit me, yeah I be on the field
Tell the truth I'm surprised that I still ain't been killed damn
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
My homies still wit me, yeah
Yeah my homies still wit me, yeah
Peter Kings - Homies Wit Me, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Put yo hands up if ya feel me
My homies still wit me, yeah
C'mon
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me, I don't need you
My life a movie, you just prepping like a preview
You talking all that shit, I don't believe you
That's why yo baby momma wanna leave you
I'm tired of talking to these naive dudes
I'm posted with my homies, they some real dudes
Got eyes everywhere, more than three views
Picky with who we kick it, we can't receive you
This some real shit, something you can't understand
Tryna stack it to the ceiling, I'm yo money man
Tryna put them hunnid dollar bills in rubber bands
Try and come it and take from me, homie I'll be damned
Got my homies wit me, talking all day
My life a movie, I be living like I'm Scarface
Bad bitch with me call her doll face
Tonight I'll probably end up in a car chase
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me like we Death Row
Like it's 96, homie I'm so retro
Peter Kings, my bitches treat me like a pharaoh
Whole team on point, we ain't shooting arrows
I'm just shooting my shot
At this money at this fame, you could like it or not
If I got my homie wit me bet he got him a Glock
My homies on some other shit, tryna line you in chalk woah
This some West Coast LA shit
Homie at the Ritz Carlton parking valet whips
Other homie gangbanging like an LA crip
I got all types of homies yeah that's just how it is, fo real
But ain't packing no steel
I'm tryna move legitimately tryna make me a mil
Yeah I got my homies wit me, yeah I be on the field
Tell the truth I'm surprised that I still ain't been killed damn
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
My homies still wit me, yeah
Yeah my homies still wit me, yeah
My homies still wit me, yeah
C'mon
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me, I don't need you
My life a movie, you just prepping like a preview
You talking all that shit, I don't believe you
That's why yo baby momma wanna leave you
I'm tired of talking to these naive dudes
I'm posted with my homies, they some real dudes
Got eyes everywhere, more than three views
Picky with who we kick it, we can't receive you
This some real shit, something you can't understand
Tryna stack it to the ceiling, I'm yo money man
Tryna put them hunnid dollar bills in rubber bands
Try and come it and take from me, homie I'll be damned
Got my homies wit me, talking all day
My life a movie, I be living like I'm Scarface
Bad bitch with me call her doll face
Tonight I'll probably end up in a car chase
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Got my homies wit me like we Death Row
Like it's 96, homie I'm so retro
Peter Kings, my bitches treat me like a pharaoh
Whole team on point, we ain't shooting arrows
I'm just shooting my shot
At this money at this fame, you could like it or not
If I got my homie wit me bet he got him a Glock
My homies on some other shit, tryna line you in chalk woah
This some West Coast LA shit
Homie at the Ritz Carlton parking valet whips
Other homie gangbanging like an LA crip
I got all types of homies yeah that's just how it is, fo real
But ain't packing no steel
I'm tryna move legitimately tryna make me a mil
Yeah I got my homies wit me, yeah I be on the field
Tell the truth I'm surprised that I still ain't been killed damn
Still on the same block same building
I make these rappers hot cause I'm building
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
No Fortnite we really on the field bitch
Cause I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
Yes I'm riding through the city and I got my homies with me put ya hands up if ya feel me
My homies still wit me, yeah
Yeah my homies still wit me, yeah
Writer: Peter Reyes
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