Текст песни Homicide Pt. 2 - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Whoa (Leor, light it up)
Lil Top, nigga
(Smoke)

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
Fuck wrong wit' them people? Talk crazy
YoungBoy, I say, "Termination"

Fuck wrong wit' them, ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy?
Have pistols totin' on the scene, that's my baby
Four-five ho's 'round, three, five stick's too
I want to know when these pussy niggas got like this though

Like why, why, why pussy niggas lyin' like they want my soul?
All these niggas ho's, they all ho's
Tell 'em fuck that tension, I'ma make sure that they know

She said she don't smoke no dope
Come wit' me, know what it is
Stay up out my fuckin' house, this is not no place for kids
She tellin' me she love me
Bitch ain't poppin' pussy, she ain't stayin' over
Know I pop the pussy, ain't no layin' on me

Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin'
Baby, know I'm grimy, oh, baby know I'm slimey
Make that ho' go buy lil' bro a stick
Just so I can tell him to shoot shit up inside this bitch
Pussy nigga, I say

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Kill her child, kill her child, we make fuckin' mamas cry
People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie
Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
Fuck wrong wit' them people? Talk crazy
YoungBoy, I say, "Termination"