OMB Peezy, White John - Dead Homies lyrics

Do this shit for my dead homies
Do this shit for my dead homies
OMB, you know what the fuck going on
Stop playing with me (Bitch, fuck 'em)
Mister Fuck LAPD, okay, though
(Bitch, fuck 'em)
(Who is FortWoe? And that's it)
Bitch, fuck 'em

No pencil, but the lead on me
(But the lead on me) riding 'round
Smoking on the opps' dead homies
(Still smoking on the opps)
I do this shit for my dead homies
(I do this shit for the dead gurbs)
I know they think I'm Damu
With this red on me
(I know they think I'm Damu)
No pencil, but the lead on me
(But the lead on me) riding 'round
Smoking on the opps' dead homies
(Smoking on the opps)
I do this shit for my dead homiеs
I know they think I'm Damu
With this red on me (Bitch)

Riding 'round
Smoking on thе opps' dead homies
Man, that dog too clean, put some fent' on it
Water in my ear, three months rent on 'em
Party on the opp blocks, throw events on 'em
I give a fuck about the vests on 'em
F&N break through the vest
Won't have a neck on 'em
P90X, still muscle up, I'm finna flex on 'em
Nike garb, the white gurb
He got a check on him
This a gunfight, you brought a knife
The 45 end your life
Took your dead homie's life
Yeah, fucking on your dead homie's wife
Bitch

No pencil, but the lead on me
(But the lead on me) riding 'round
Smoking on the opps' dead homies
(Still smoking on the opps)
I do this shit for my dead homies
(I do this shit for the dead gurbs)
I know they think I'm Damu
With this red on me
(I know they think I'm Damu)
No pencil, but the lead on me
(But the lead on me) riding 'round
Smoking on the opps' dead homies
(Smoking on the opps)
I do this shit for my dead homies (Peezy)
I know they think I'm Damu
With this red on me (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, who want to go to war, ho?
Chopper bullets ripping through your torso
(Grah)
Bust a nigga shit like it's carpal (For real)
Ayy, why you at the store for? (What?)
Getting to the bag, can go to war bro (Bag)
Brand new Glock, just bought a carload
I'm clutching it the second time
That car roll by (Who that is?)
And they know they best bet is to
Hop out busting with that fire
You better not do no drive-by, we
Gon' flip your whole car, fuck some tires
(Baow) ran up on me
I would have did something to player
I'm in the backroom with like one, two
Or three hoes (For real)
I was broke, but in twenty-four hours
We done kicked like three doors
I be on some big shit
You can't fit in these clothes
Caught a opp nigga slipping
He could have died and he know
Know they think I'm Damu
Try who? Leave you bloody
We leave him crippled like we
Jumped his ass in, but we ain't touch him
Peezy walked up in the
Door, clutching his Glock, mean mugging
Bitch, I'm sleeping
You can take your ass home
And we ain't fucking it's Peezy