Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homies, artist - Young Nudy. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Homies |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag, yeah |
| My dawg just dropped this shit off |
| Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| (COUPE) |
| Fly high, that’s no lie |
| Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin' |
| Gotta get this 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 dawg 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 dawg, that’s my dawg, that’s my twin |
| Time for the smoke, pull up, nigga, I’m hoppin' in |
| Same shit been goin' on ever since we was 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 |
| These bitch niggas my homies? |
| Well why they hatin' on me? |
| Damn, man, I see it on him, he didn’t really want me |
| To have it on me, keep it on me, it stay on me |
| Pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely |
| Money, that’s my friend (Okay) |
| All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end, yeah |
| Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me |
| Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie |
| Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain’t homies |
| Nigga bitched 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 Fourth of July |
| My New Years resolution make sure that you niggas die |
| Let 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, gon' be 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 this money, he don’t want nothin' but these rubber bands |
| Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco, nigga do it fast |
| Do that fast, do him bad |
| Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me |
| Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie |
| Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain’t homies |
| Nigga bitched 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 |
| Hmm, that’s the end of that shit |