Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homicide, artist - NoCap. Date of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Homicide |
| Swipers, they fill up my whole gang |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (J Cameron) |
| It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly, yeah |
| We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (Yeah, uh) |
| Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets |
| I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet) |
| I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets) |
| Everyday I hang with killers in them projects |
| I’m in them projects |
| I’m surprised I ain’t died yet |
| You catch a charge, you keep it solid, you just stay quiet (You keep it quiet) |
| I feel this codeine in my body, I’m sippin' Hi-Tech (I'm sippin' High') |
| They were so happy when I was stuck, I left 'em upset, yeah (Uh) |
| Get a feeling, I’m countin' this paper (This paper, yeah) |
| I just fuck on a bitch, we don’t lay up (Yeah) |
| My youngins out pullin' the cable (Yeah) |
| We ballin', I’m coaching the Pacers (Coaching the—, uh) |
| Smash on a bitch, pain on me, you can see all the scars |
| No love for a bitch, you can take me, you can rip out my— (Yeah) |
| You can take me, you can rip out my heart |
| And every nigga 'round me, they with the same thing (Gang, gang) |
| Never drop no dime, we just don’t name names |
| I drown the Patek, I flood the face on it (I flood the face on it, yeah) |
| I came in the game with a game plan (Yeah) |
| I’m watching my real, I’m watching my fake homies (Yeah) |
| Them swipers, they fill up my whole gang (Whole gang) |
| Them niggas schemin', I know the bank want 'em (I know the bank want 'em) |
| I fell in love with drug money (Street money, nigga) |
| Coulda went pro but we just didn’t think on it |
| They left me scarred, they abandoned me |
| I got two broads, they take a Xan' a piece (Xan' a piece, yeah) |
| I sell codeine, this rap was plan B |
| I’m finding any way, I gotta feed my family |
| My diamonds water just like jet skis |
| We push a button and we don’t touch keys |
| You seen everything but these |
| I’m on these niggas ass like Huskies (And Huggies) |
| It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly, yeah |
| We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (Yeah, uh) |
| Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets |
| I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet) |
| I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets) |
| Everyday I hang with killers in them projects |
| I’m in them projects |
| Today, if I land in the hood, might walk past shit like trash |
| I starved for them young niggas just to make 'em happy, we ain’t going out sad |
| (Going out sad) |
| Grab your rag, young nigga, keep buying that spray paint (Buying that spray |
| paint) |
| Lil' nigga gon' murk something, run to a wall, then draw up, «Gang, gang» |
| Did a lot of dirt, put blood on that money, we was running through Band-Aids |
| (Running through Band-Aids) |
| Did a lot of dirt, she done fucked the whole hood, bitch went on a rampage |
| (Went on a rampage) |
| Say you gotta watch your back when it’s nighttime, hallway (The hallway) |
| I know some youngins got hit up in broad day |
| Rats, stray dogs in the hood, we don’t see no butterflies (We don’t see no |
| butterflies) |
| We just see a homicide (Just see a homicide) |
| 'Til you see another cold case ('Til you see a mama cry) |
| Leave the funeral and buy more ratchets (Buy more ratchets) |
| Middle finger to all the badges (All the police) |
| Even if that phone start trippin', won’t hang up, we want all the static (We |
| want all the smoke) |
| Judge hit Joe with an L, that was probably for his own good (You know) |
| Mark got killed way in private, Kell died in his own hood |
| Ain’t no way I say |
| Dog caught a body, but he spin for a PC |
| With some money on his mind |
| Get rich off crime |
| Lil' goons know crime pays, they ain’t never gon' pay no taxes (Don't pay no |
| taxes) |
| Halloween, I was federal, them young niggas strapped up them masks |
| That molly done took over a young nigga brain, that’s why he so active |
| 'Nother nigga got murked on the block, hood so hot, might see a cactus |
| Load the money in a trash bag |
| Gunshot, we like, «Where it’s at?» |
| They can tell 'em that the bad back |
| Yellow tape, we can’t go past that |
| It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly ('Nother butterfly, yeah, yeah) |
| We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (They got us traumatized, |
| yeah, yeah) |
| Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets |
| I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet) |
| I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets) |
| Everyday I hang with killers in them projects |
| (J Cameron) |
| I’m in them projects |
| 'Nother butterfly |
| Another homicide |
| They got us traumatized |
| We tryna make it out |
| It ain’t safe about it |
| On a private jet |
| We tryna get up out it |
| Make it out the jail |
| Got family depending on |
| We tryna make it out the jail |