Homixide Gang Holler! Lyrics

[Intro]
Snotty, snotty, gang shit
(Y'all now tuning into my nigga Artist, f*ck nigga)
(f*ck outta here, Artist)

[Chorus: Homicide Beno! & Homicide Meechie]
Damn, I deal with your bitch (Yeah), to L.A., hell yeah, she going (She going)
Hell nah these ain't Shell Toe, f*ck nigga, these Rick Owens (Rick Owens)
I used to have a Metro, now the iPhone, yeah, it do numbers (Triple up)
f*ck that lil' ass Kel-Tec, this guitar create thunder (f*ck it, what? What? What?)
Them young niggas ready to spin shit, damn, I ain't even gotta call 'em (Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
Me and Snotty, we get nasty, that choppa problem solvin' (Snotty, snotty, snotty, snotty)
Creep up on that block, get nasty, have you heard a nigga hollеr? (Gang, gang, gang)
7.62, it get nasty, won't let you see the doctor
[Verse: Homicide Meechie]
Stopping Trackhawks in thе high speed
Where 12 at? Yeah, we lost 'em that one time, why the hell I pull up?
I was mad at f*ckin' Rice Street, damn, I should have did a high speed (Skrrt)
Stompin', rock these guitars, never runnin' (Gang)
You posting a ho, she ain't nothin' (Nothin'), she out of town f*cking my buddy (f*ck) We rockstars and we trappin', and we serving the whole city
Known to keep some for the high and for the low, just come and get it (Come get it)
We rockstars and we trappin', ride with snotty, yeah, we slicked 'em (What? What? What?)
We put that shit together for a minute, we had to get 'em (Snotty, snotty, snotty)

[Chorus: Homicide Beno! & Homicide Meechie]
Damn, I deal with your bitch (Yeah), to L.A., hell yeah, she going (She going)
Hell nah these ain't Shell Toe, f*ck nigga, these Rick Owens (Rick Owens)
I used to have a Metro, now the iPhone, yeah, it do numbers (Triple up)
f*ck that lil' ass Kel-Tec, this guitar create thunder (f*ck it, what? What? What?)
Them young niggas ready to spin shit, damn, I ain't even gotta call 'em (Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
Me and Snotty, we get nasty, that choppa problem solvin' (Snotty, snotty, snotty, snotty)
Creep up on that block, get nasty, have you heard a nigga holler? (Gang, gang, gang)
7.62, it get nasty, won't let you see the doctor