Lyrics Homicide (feat. D.N.S) - Cashoutt Chris

How you like the sound of that
Ina foreign when I slide
Catching everybody eyes
Pull up to the parking lot
It's Gon be a homeisde
It's Gon be a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside

Candy flip
Chrome lip
Making foreign bitches strip

Motor back
Trunk front
Flexin when a nigga stunt

35 up ina blunt
Smokin like I'm cheech n chunt

High as fuck
At the gas station but forgot to pump

I see u mad
Thru my glass
Balling on yo lyin ass

In my bag
100s stashed
Riding round bumping jazz

I'm in first
You in last
Lapping round yo stupid ass

She with you
But watchin me
Really wanna leave yo ass

I get money
I ride forgeins
You be telling
You fucking informant
Pull up on you
You can't ignore it
I got yo bitch
That I'm bout to make a porn with

Ina foreign when I slide
Catching everybody eyes

Pull up to the parking lot

It's Gon be a homeisde

It's Gon be a homiside
It's gon be a homiside

See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by

Standing they on the side lines

They know it's a homiside

They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside

They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside

Foe o's to a nigga
I pull up in Audis
You can't get a crumb
Cuz u told em to doubt me
Told em get free
Ima put em in trunks
Put my face in her raw
He ain't coming without me
Hating on Chris
Bring yo face in this bitch
We gon shoot everybody
Get hi fly to Cali
Stay where you at
You a gangsta lil bitch
Ima show you some shit
Og stew Kobe pound me
Two foe eight for 8th
They say it's too low
I just came home
Got back and still in the trap
What he blew for
No I'm not frank
But it's gas in the tank
No cut and we still got blue dough
Blue pink
Blue pink
Go ask em
I brought the zookies and cookies
She tell him I'm gangsta
He tell her I'm pussy
I know he a pussy
Tell em to book me
Tell em I shook em
I hop out the bushes
You feel me like
Them Niggas is cappin
To the point you just keep it like that
We gon keep it like that
We gon run up these racks

Ina foreign when I slide
Catching everybody eyes

Pull up to the parking lot

It's Gon be a homeisde

It's Gon be a homiside
It's gon be a homiside

See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by

Standing they on the side lines

They know it's a homiside

They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside

They know it's a homiside
They know it's a homiside

On vacation with my bit
Virgin Islands with the shit

Rarri coupe
N rarri lit

Smoking up the cannibus
Jealousy
Envy
I know you niggas don't like me
But I don't really give a fuck
I know you niggas won't fight me
Or it's gon be a homicide
It's gon be homicide
Yeah
Bitch