Текст песни Homies (feat. Trippie Redd and BlocBoy JB) - Trippie Redd , Clay "Krucial" Perry III , BlocBoy JB

Aight
(That be Maaly Raw)
Yeah

Making my way downtown from the hills
Popped me a 30, I just popped a pill (Yeah, yeah)
Raised in the slums where niggas get killed
This shit could get ugly, this shit could get real (Yeah)
Death or dishonor, you know that I will (Yeah)
Sipping this drink 'cause I like how it feel (Oh)
I'm down to earth when I'm off of a seal (Hey)
Purple sapphires all in my grill (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas turned fraud all off a bill
Yellow-black Bentley, call it Kill Bill (Woah)
Come relax with me, count up a mill' (Woah)
Count certain cash and I ball like O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
Purplе face on the Rollie, Shaquillе (Yeah, yeah)
If you rolling with the homies, know that they kill
If you rolling with the homies, know that they drill
If you rolling with the homies, know we for real (Yeah)

(Word)
Huh, we the ones got the streets hot in the summer (Yeah)
I'm in the trap and that bitch doin' numbers
Louis kicks on, do I look like a runner? (Woah)
And we ain't with none of that he-say
We spin his block back-to-back like a motherfuckin' replay (Skrrt)
Mini Draco in this double G briefcase (Grah)
Catch him in traffic and we make him speed race (Dumping)
Baby girl, I've been stuck in my old ways, can I stab it like OJ? (OJ)
As soon as you come in this doorway
Can we get to the foreplay? (Aight, foreplay)
I got niggas that's movin' in Off-White
But my jacket is North Face (Off-White)
Fuck his bitch, now he stuck with the sore face (Word)
Scope him out
Now I know he know how the Dior taste (Word, word, word, word)
Yeah, huh (Yeah), since a youngin, been payin' my dues (My dues)
For a win, nigga, I had to lose (To lose)
For my pride, I had something to prove (To prove)
All my life, I've been toting them tools (Woah)
Earned my stripes 'fore I dropped out of school (Woah, woah)
Man, my mama didn't raise up no fool (No)
Fuck the drama, I'm double-L cool

(Yeah)
I'm thinkin' 'bout lettin' it loose
Remember my shit was in negative two (A shame)
Every song, gotta tell 'em the truth (The pain)
Please bring the sedatives through (Okay)
I'm poppin' until I recluse (Uh)
30s on .40s turn you to a goop
I mean, how you a boss when they tell you what to do?
Dump out the sunroof, to us, it's nothing new
Bills, baby, I'm not a hustler, taught me how to hustle
Smoke 'til I'm uncomfortable, Chill, I got a mountain of weed
Niggas counted on me, I guess that's why I'm rushing them
Yeah, I brought the smoke, had to tuck it, though
Talking 'bout eating, we didn't have us no Lunchables
I'm on number fours 'cause my brother gone
Shouldn't have done it, though, won't get another soul

Making my way downtown from the hills
Popped me a 30, I just popped a pill (Yeah, yeah)
Raised in the slums where niggas get killed
This shit could get ugly, this shit could get real (Yeah)
Death or dishonor, you know that I will (Yeah)
Sipping this drink 'cause I like how it feel (Oh)
I'm down to earth when I'm off of a seal (Hey)
Purple sapphires all in my grill (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas turned fraud all off a bill
Yellow-black Bentley, call it Kill Bill (Woah)
Come relax with me, count up a mill' (Woah)
Count certain cash and I ball like O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
Purple face on the Rollie, Shaquille (Yeah, yeah)
If you rolling with the homies, know that they kill
If you rolling with the homies, know that they drill
If you rolling with the homies, know we for real (Yeah)