G Fredo - Die Homes lyrics
[G Fredo - Die Homes lyrics]
Ay man, Frizzblock Fredo in
This bitch shawty
I don't gotta say too much
34 side shit, niggas thought we playin'
Hey, what you smokin’, Bunzo?
Huh, bitch you ain't know I'm die homes?
Pop out of his bushes, like, bitch what?
That bitch fucked, this glizzy, I'm slammin'
Gon leave that bitch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure
You empty that bitch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
Bitch, and I scream free smoke
Name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk
Another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it bitch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it, aye
She shoot the drop and then we slide on it
Bitch, I fuck around and play they block
And go live on it
Tеll them niggas "pull up on
Me right now, bitch, come slidе on me"
Bet you ain't nobody gon' pop out
They ain't gon' try nothing
Niggas smoked ya hitta, you ain't pop out
Still ain't gon slide for 'em
I can name a few dead niggas for you
Right now who was tryna' ride for 'em
Bitch, they got they shit smacked
Bitch, we up, come get back
Nigga tried to pack me
How he end up with his shit back?
Lucky lil' bitch
I tried to throw him where his chip at
Bitch, we up like six
Packs, still smokin' bullets, bitch ass
Don't try to find lil' happy feet
I know that nigga mad at me
Pop up out that cut, me and KD
Bitch I embarrassed him
Bitch, and ya OG a big rat
Can't get his chips back
Let me find where that rapper live at
Pop up where he live at
And the first shot, it's gon' be a face shot
Since he claim he did that
But bitch they know who not to play with
Yeah and that's big facts
They know we pull up, pop out, broad day shit
Better lace ya kicks up
They done let some shottas off that bracelet
Someone gon' be a lit one
Ain't no OGs in the hood no more, nigga
This is my shit
Ain't no passin' through or none of that
You can't even be on this side, bitch
Bitch, I'm 34 side
Bitch, this that "free smoke" side
Bitch, this that die Homes side
Kill you if you smoke mine
Stupid bitch, fuck yo side
They know how my gang play
Ever did us foul, bitch
We gon' do you the same way
Pop out of his bushes, like, bitch what?
That bitch fucked, this glizzy, I'm slammin'
Gon leave that bitch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure
You empty that bitch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
Bitch, and I scream free smoke
Name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk
Another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it bitch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it
This bitch shawty
I don't gotta say too much
34 side shit, niggas thought we playin'
Hey, what you smokin’, Bunzo?
Huh, bitch you ain't know I'm die homes?
Pop out of his bushes, like, bitch what?
That bitch fucked, this glizzy, I'm slammin'
Gon leave that bitch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure
You empty that bitch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
Bitch, and I scream free smoke
Name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk
Another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it bitch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it, aye
She shoot the drop and then we slide on it
Bitch, I fuck around and play they block
And go live on it
Tеll them niggas "pull up on
Me right now, bitch, come slidе on me"
Bet you ain't nobody gon' pop out
They ain't gon' try nothing
Niggas smoked ya hitta, you ain't pop out
Still ain't gon slide for 'em
I can name a few dead niggas for you
Right now who was tryna' ride for 'em
Bitch, they got they shit smacked
Bitch, we up, come get back
Nigga tried to pack me
How he end up with his shit back?
Lucky lil' bitch
I tried to throw him where his chip at
Bitch, we up like six
Packs, still smokin' bullets, bitch ass
Don't try to find lil' happy feet
I know that nigga mad at me
Pop up out that cut, me and KD
Bitch I embarrassed him
Bitch, and ya OG a big rat
Can't get his chips back
Let me find where that rapper live at
Pop up where he live at
And the first shot, it's gon' be a face shot
Since he claim he did that
But bitch they know who not to play with
Yeah and that's big facts
They know we pull up, pop out, broad day shit
Better lace ya kicks up
They done let some shottas off that bracelet
Someone gon' be a lit one
Ain't no OGs in the hood no more, nigga
This is my shit
Ain't no passin' through or none of that
You can't even be on this side, bitch
Bitch, I'm 34 side
Bitch, this that "free smoke" side
Bitch, this that die Homes side
Kill you if you smoke mine
Stupid bitch, fuck yo side
They know how my gang play
Ever did us foul, bitch
We gon' do you the same way
Pop out of his bushes, like, bitch what?
That bitch fucked, this glizzy, I'm slammin'
Gon leave that bitch stuck
We sticked up, fall and you won't get up
Shotta stand over you make sure
You empty that bitch out
Fredo, what you smokin', Bunzo?
What, you ain't know I'm die homes?
Bitch, and I scream free smoke
Name a block that won't slide on
Outline him in chalk
Another case that won't get solved
Ain’t in it bitch, don't get involved
She shoot a drop and try to slide on it