[Intro]
Aye, big FYB bitch
Y’all know what the fuck is goin' on
Don't fuckin' talk to me
Y'all already know how I'm comin', BBK
Don't fuckin' talk to me
Big FYB shit, gang
[Verse 1]
I'm BBK, you ain't know it?
600k, bitch we killing them boys
Long live Duece, you know that's my boy
Smokin' on waldo with T. Roy
Fuck it, hundred rounds in the AK
We gon' drop a nigga like bro did HK
Bitch, we don't play, play
Get ya ass out the way, way
Babo got out and got smoked in the same day
Bitch, I be sittin' blown' money
Roll another quarter, while I'm countin' J's money
Poppin' white-white, got me movin' like Somme
Nigga try me, nigga gon' need an army
Hate that I'm laughing, but this shit OD
Run up on me, get your ass lil' steep
Shots to your chest 'til ya ass can't breathe
Niggas be bitches off the [?]
Bitch, fuck O'Block, Front$treet
They found L'A face down the street
They found nuse with his brains on the seat
Fuck Lenwood, ride block over east
And G Herb, put the Glock to his teeth
Historic that nigga, like we did Chief Keef
Fuck Big A and D-Thang too
Chino kudos, we smokin' Lil Boo
Fuck Lamron, we flame up Lil Moe
Mix that shit with Lil Rod too
Baldy was a goofy, he got shit by hangin' with them dudes
Free ya guy, bitch fuck the cops
3G Skinny and fifty shots
Smoke Faheem with Trixx and Tayski
Handle murder, they all got caught
[Chorus]
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Most them Ms got in their head
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Most them Ms got in their head
[Verse 2]
Round of applause, Kobe got his ass copped
Right around town, Nuski got smoked with a strap, nigga
Smoke white brand, Lafa Killa, I ain't with the cap, nigga
One call, Crazy Chris gon' shoot 'em
It's a fucking wrap, nigga
Niggas be captain' 'til we get to cappin'
We pull up in Suburban, man, government shit
You come to get back, your ass get whacked
Just ask King Von, we gon' open this shit
I'm talkin' brains on the floor
Bitch, I know you niggas is hoes
Sheroid got hit up, the boy can't get up
So wild, I don't think it's safe in the O
Damn, I think your niggas is soft
Bitch, free my boy Mick from The Grove
800 some goofies, y'all already know
Cause how y'all want smoke and ain't got enough hold
Somebody just tell 'em to stop it
Y'all dissin' the guys, we find their cottage
800 dead goofies, 800 dead bodies
You bitches play party, I'm catching a body
I do this for Tevin and Archie and Montae
These niggas is bitches, these niggas can't stop me
Ain't worried 'bout niggas, I stay with my glocky
It got an extendo, we play us some hockey
Don't worry 'bout Wooski, my niggas all body
Don't never come through, knock your soul out your body
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[?]
My shooters come through, know your head off your body
[Chorus]
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Most them Ms got in their head
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Fuck, your homie dead
Most them Ms got in their head
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