Chinx, D. Chamberz - For My Homies lyrics

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us

Rollin up for my homies
The ones that are dead and gone
This song you about to hear
This one’s for y’all
Staring down in the casket
Couldn’t shed a tear
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still here
Thinking about them memories
Wonderin’ about that drama
Wonderin’ if the Lord
Is handing us our karma
They say it was all written
Words lead to a comma
But every word we spoke
Was definitely by the comma
Rollin up for my homies
Who wanna make it out writing all my homies
Gotta bail em out rolling up for my homies
All dead and gone rollin up for my homies
I dedicate this song (I’m so tired)

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us

As I sit here roll up
I think about my niggas sometimes
Why you left me so soon
I feel like I owe us some time
Sipping Yack, rolling killa
I might roll up on a btch
I just bought a new foreign
Just to roll up on your strip
As I scroll through my mental Rolodex
Pictures us rollin
You had my back, I had your’s
And they know the bleakers was loaded
Now the bases is loaded
Gonna take this shit, out of the park
You ain’t with me to see it
At times I feel so defeated
We came up as some youngins
Done with half on them onions
Coulda been hit the prison
Cuz we was trafficking numbers
Now my show’s packed out in London
Pockets wrapped up with hundreds
Swear to God I be trippin’
Cuz I miss my nigga Bundles (I’m so tired)

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us

Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Rollin up for my homies
Pouring out a little liquor
Even though you gone (live on)
You’re still with us