Pablo skyes - Homicida lyrics

(Oh!) (Oh!) ("AJ, you iced up") Hoes around the country Even a French b*tch in Paris Used to get rejected Now, look, who’s getting embarrassed? Mirror, who’s the fairest? I think it is PABLO I cannot do marriage Unless she gives good blow Unless she can go low Bounce like trampoline Then it’s back to solo I prefer lonely Please do not touch me That’s a homicide I’ll make you believe Choke you 'til you die b*tch I had to stay with this trap sh*t Shut up, b*tch! Why is you bappin' I'm with the action Pull up with semis You know that we're blastin' Run in the back Then throwin' my mask in I'm out the door Bring me my dope Got me a chopper And it came with a scope You can get hit from my slime b*tch, why you wasting my time? Show me the money I'm taking the bag Pop me a perky I'm down on my ass Keep me a Glock When I run through the back Met with the plug And I blew through a pack b*tch Uh, uh Bi- Bish I'm setting trends in this b*tch Crashin' the coupe when I swerve on this b*tch I had to get my respect b*tch, know, I'm steppin' on necks I was there; down on my own b*tch, know, I stay with the chrome I had to cop me a diamond baguette I had to drip on my set b*tch, I'm swingin' like I'm on the Mets You can get hit from my slime b*tch, why you wasting my time? You can get hit from my slime b*tch, why you wasting my time? b*tch You can get hit from my slime b*tch, why you wasting my time? Uh, uh You can get hit from my slime b*tch, why you wasting my time? Hoes around the country Even a French b*tch in Paris Used to get rejected Now, look, who’s getting embarrassed? Mirror, who’s the fairest? I think it is PABLO I cannot do marriage Unless she gives good blow Unless she can go low Bounce like trampoline Then it’s back to solo I prefer lonely Please do not touch me That’s a homicide I’ll make you believe Choke you 'til you die That's my Chicago baby Yeah, she loves the drill If I take a half Then she gon' take the rest She loves the feel I'm on your block I'll pull Then light it up Then hit the gas and pills Thot b*tch begging for it raw But I can't fu*k 'cause she gon' squeal I got ni**as up in prison Doing twenty for the life If it ain't fifteen a g Already know it don't hit right They go tell then they go cry No, they not rats; them boys is mice And if I'm telling you to pay up Then I ain't gon' say it twice Yeah! She's a stripper b*tch She treat me like her pole (No, no, no!) I throw her cash Then nothing else That's how it goes (There it go!) She's Hermes I'm not her mans I told that b*tch to get a life Hold on fu*k a Ruger I might kill her with a knife Yeah! Pop the pill b*tch, I popped a seal Made a highlight reel Did this sh*t twice Coming out the 765 Southside Got rich overnight Bad b*tch; she a dyke She gon' let me fu*k for the one-time Said, "I might change your life" Overseas overnight Me and my plug real tight So you know It ain't cost no dimes Whole lotta gang Whole lotta money Make it rain fu*k around Put a hole in his brain And I roll with the squad Thick little b*tch She a thot Play her heart like a video game Comin' in hot b*tch, I'm on the run from 12 Speeding off in a blacked out Range Having too much fun Hottest ni**a under the sun I'mma die in a diamond chain (This is not love)