Lyrics Homicide - SHORELINE MAFIA, Bandgang Lonnie Bands

Homicide

This a BandGang, Off The Xan Gang
When I’m in the A, I be post wit' ManMan
When I’m in the D, I be post wit' Lonnie
And my bitch wit' the shits like she Bonnie
Ron-Ron do that shit
Glock .40, gotta tuck it by my Tommy’s
Chain swangin', if you reach, it’s a hommy
It’s gon' be a homicide, I don’t work a 9 to 5
I be sellin' dope in the trap, gettin' hella high
Niggas barely gettin' by, they be on some bum shit
I be on some take all the bread and the crumbs shit
Yo' bitch a cold piece, she swallow all my munchkins
Suckin' on my dick in the middle of the function
Suckin' on my dick in the middle of the party
Vlone like Bari, said I’m daddy like I’m Maury
Tryna have a minaj jus' like Safaree
3 car garinage and it’s full of Ferrari’s
I be sippin' lean, I don’t really sip Bacardi
I made it off the coke, and the dope, and the molly
I be sippin' lean, I don’t really sip Bacardi
I made it off the dope, and the coke, and the molly
This a BandGang, Off The Xan Gang
When I’m in the A, I be post wit' ManMan
When I’m in the D, I be post wit' Lonnie
And my bitch wit' the shits like she Bonnie
Glock .40, gotta tuck it by my Tommy’s
Chain swangin', if you reach, it’s a hommy
It’s gon' be a homicide, I don’t work a 9 to 5
I be sellin' dope in the trap, gettin' hella high
Hey, Ron Ron on the beat, man I’m on the stove wit' it (on the stove wit' it)
Man you niggas sheep, man I’m a gorilla
Lookin' like a E, man I see the ho in you (boy)
Cut into a freak, like bitch I see the gold in you
Hold on…
$ 5,000 on me then I spread it out (spread it out)
94, 96, nigga take every route (take every route)
Nigga you ain’t never hit a country town and tear down (and tear down)
You ain’t never come back nigga 8 thou'
Lil' nigga sit down, this big boy shit (big boy shit)
Nigga I ain’t no rapper, I’ll split yo' shit (I'll split yo' shit)
Hell we threw 'em on the street stop sendin' that shit (stop sendin' that shit)
And the old heads love me 'cause I’m livin' this shit (cause I’m livin' this
shit)
And y’all last two killas, yeah they both got hit (hey)
My last two bitches yeah they both got pimped (hey)
Hey that Drako got a kick almost broke my wrist (hey)
Hey I’m still on the run tell the judge suck a dick
This a BandGang, Off The Xan Gang
When I’m in the A, I be post wit' ManMan
When I’m in the D, I be post wit' Lonnie
And my bitch wit' the shits like she Bonnie
Glock .40, gotta tuck it by my Tommy’s
Chain swangin', if you reach, it’s a hommy
It’s gon' be a homicide, I don’t work a 9 to 5
I be sellin' dope in the trap, gettin' hella high