This ho sorry on my phone, slime 
 I wasnt talkin to you
You know what Im sayin, fool 
Homicide, yeah 
Holup, holup, slime, nigga 
Playin with us, playin with it
Nigga get, nigga get hit
Catch your bitch, turn her to Money Gang bitch 
Nigga well take yo bitch from you 
Nigga, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homicide Gang, nigga hittin ya back
Speakin of back, Im ridin round town with a new Maybach
Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked
Homicide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back
I just had a dream I was servin them keys, but aint goin to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back
Hit a man, man they know what to do
You play with me, nigga, we shoot up the coupe
The hard top, we gon chop off the roof
On Slauson Ave, man, they killin for Troup
Homicide man, I pull up with sticks
You play with me nigga and get found in a ditch
Chill slime, man that nigga aint slick
Im ridin with ya til the wheels dont spin
Niggas be talkin bout they ready for smoke
UPS sticks sent to the door
You can hide but Ill come for your folks
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
St. Laurent, man, its down to the feet
Play with me nigga, there wouldnt be beef
The type of beef where your momma cant sleep
Your stomach hurtin and she barely can eat
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
Strippin these niggas up out of they clothes
A shiesty nigga, man, I come for the dough
Serve you Friday, then Im wipin your nose
Homicide nigga, they know that Im slick
Play with me nigga, I stay with the stick
APs what I call a Philippe
Call my phone, you aint gettin back shit
Them Percocet, they had me geekin, Im so wild
Im ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd
My diamonds singin, when you lookin they so loud
I know my momma sittin right there, and yeah, she proud
Nigga play round but dont play with me
Im a young OG and Im still in the streets
A hundred thousand on me, Ima get to a freak
I fucked her out and I put her to sleep
Bust down, I done put in my work
Play with me nigga, you gotta get hurt
All black, momma sittin in a church
Coffin closed, gon put it in a hearse
Nigga, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homicide Gang, nigga hittin ya back
Speakin of back, Im ridin round town with a new Maybach
Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked
Homicide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back
I just had a dream I was servin them keys, but aint goin to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back
Play with me, nigga, they know how it go
Homicide, man, they ready to go
Cop deuces when I come to the show
You aint want smoke, man, I already know
Homicide, nigga, he ready to hit
Play with me, nigga, I stay with the shit
Gang in this bitch and we wreckin this shit
Sweet nigga, he gon turn to a lick
Niggas be talkin bout they havin the money
Play with me, nigga, they know how we coming
Shotta nigga, man, I come for the ganja
Take the weed, nigga, leave me the money
Ha, nigga, you stupid, you know I aint goin for that shit, oh no
This some shit just to get in the door
I pray to god I dont go back to dope
Took a chance when I was stuck on the road
The migo called, say he got me a loaf
Took the bag, then Im goin back home
Trap what? This a burner flip phone
Homicide, nigga, I stay with some ghosts
They ready pull up and go shoot up a show
I told him Chill, we gon get us some dough
When I make it out, we aint kickin no door
Treat them niggas, man, they just like my brothers
Pray to god if you try to go touch us
Take what? We aint goin for nothing
They must dont know what we did for the money
Young nigga but I stay on my grind
Bust down, I can tell you the time
All of my niggas, they wanna go slime
Crease your body, get hit with the iron
Nigga, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homicide Gang, nigga hittin ya back
Speakin of back, Im ridin round town with a new Maybach
Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked
Homicide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back
I just had a dream I was servin them keys, but aint goin to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back