Juice WRLD - Homicide lyrics

You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave
(Wheezy outta here)

You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave
She wasn't tryna ride my dick
Like a ten speed
Yeah, I keep a gun on my hip, don't tempt me
You a ho, you a ho, nigga, you got a pimp
I'm ballin' out like Derrick Rose
Chicago in this bitch
Swerve, I just got a Murciélago, pull up
Park it on the curb
Sold out shows, flexin' outside my concerts
Fans watchin', twelve watchin'
Money comin', hoes jockin'

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life
If you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life
If you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life
If you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life
If you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me