HOMICID3

Lyrics

[Intro] Ray, where the fuck are you? Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh yes, I'm feelin' this one (Woah, woah) A-A-Astro got it runnin' (Go, go yeah) [Chorus] Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go) [Post-Chorus] And it don't make sense to me this time How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah [Bridge] Gettin' so turnt', I don't even know why Truly, I'm stackin' it up and I don't even try, I must pay to be this fly All my haters, they look at me, they like, "Why?" Like "What does he have that I don't? I'm tight" If you ask how I feel about it, baby, nothin', not at all Fuck it, maybe they right [Verse 1] Is that all you know? She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes But now I got a little more sense when it come to my past and girl, Jeff Hardy flow I can't be just be jumpin' into every situation No, I'm not movin' blind no more, I did that for you 'cause I'm patient Movin' in silence 'bout it baby, sacred love, we like the Masons Usin' my phone for ages, she call me for congratulations You used to call me devastated, talkin' 'bout you want relations Fuck it, I'm killin' the vibe, hittin' your iPhone with confirmations Fuck it, I'm gettin' some ice, they can't ignore Daij no more, he blazin' I'm fallin' so deep in love, girl, every time At this point it really don't even make sense I'm like, I don't know How do I keep runnin' through this shit without no cardio? And she said, "Don, I've been wonderin' the same shit" [Chorus] Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go) [Post-Chorus] And it don't make sense to me this time How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah [Verse 2] I know you tryna call my bluff, fuckin' with my ego Always got a friend right by my side, girl, I'm with my ego, yeah Came out the dirt, straight from the midwest, now they feelin' like he cold, yeah So don't ask me why my heads up in the clouds, I been rolling up trees, bro, yeah Throw it up, throw it up, throw it some more With a vampire bitch, she gon' pour up some more I just blew up, but girl, I'ma blow up some more I be going and going and doin' the most Like, I don't know, can this shit get any better? My shoes be designer, my bitch Cinderella Like, Hannah Montana, my bitch livin' double I got me a Drac' and it do all the chatter Dracos on Dracos, I'm killing the chatter With an innocent girl, she in love with a rapper Straight to the script, then I'm switching the act up I got hate in my heart and codeine in my bladder That's not the same, she gon' stab with a dagger I look back at that shit and it fill me with laughter Because I got my leather jeans on, I'm McJagger Tryna cope with that shit, but it's making me sadder Tryna use me to get to the top, but girl, I'm not a ladder And I know my car kinda fast, but I need my shit a lil' faster It was slow comin' up, but I'm off of my ass Girl, I'm tryna cop a Casper Between me and you, I've been hopin' I crash [Chorus] Like, I couldn't wait 'til I got me a car I'ma thrash in that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out We sendin' out Amber Alerts, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out (Yeah, yeah, go) [Post-Chorus] And it don't make sense to me this time How many mistakes and text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart Baby, I don't understand, you're heartbroken, that's somethin' I can't buy Maybe hearts don't break the same and it's fried (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) But I still walked out with the bigger side, yeah