Young Nudy - Homies lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah
Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag
Yeah my dawg just dropped this shit off
Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE)

Fly high, that's no lie
Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin'
Gotta get this money and you
Know ain't no stallin'
Know I'm in the trap
I'm a real trap-a-holic
I'ma get this money, yeah
Whatever you call it
And I got shooters, they poppin'
Get a nigga money
Know them niggas feelin' cocky
I'm a big dawg so you know I'm extra cocky
Too much money on me, baby
Know my pockets sloppy
I don't listen to no stop sign
Who the fuck gon' stop me?
You know how we rock
You know how we rockin'
Paradise East got that bitch poppin'
4L Gang the only gang that I'm in
You know that's my dawg, that's my dawg
That's my twin
Time for the smoke, pull up, nigga
I'm hoppin' in
Same shit been goin' on ever
Since we was kids shit so rock solid
Hope my niggas don't forget
Ever since I got that money
Niggas changed on me not my same homies
I'm out here feelin' lonely
These bitch niggas my homies?
Well why they hatin' on me?
Damn, man, I see it on him
He didn't really want me
To have it on me, keep it on me
It stay on me
Pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely
Money, that's my friend (Okay)
All I need is Benjamin when
It come at the end, yeah

Same niggas I growed up with, man
These niggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together
You was my homie
Man, these niggas fold up under pressure
They ain't homies nigga bitched on me
I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit
Homie real shit, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

I cannot believe what they think of me
This shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me
This shit ain't safe for these niggas to me
You know you switched two sides
Know you got to die
I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied
Know I let them bullets straight fly
Blowin' up your block
Soundin' like Fourth of July
My New Years resolution make sure
That you niggas die
Let money fly, fallin' out the sky
Bullets rainin' on your block
For a whole hour
Taste like some old food, yeah
This shit sour
I send you nothin' but flowers
No crown, that's no coward
Gon' be dead in a hour
Send them threats, know I send 'em back
Shooters comin' for that money
Know they got to kill a man
Out for this money
He don't want nothin' but
These rubber bands
Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco
Nigga do it fast do that fast, do him bad

Same niggas I growed up with, man
These niggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together
You was my homie
Man, these niggas fold up under pressure
They ain't homies nigga bitched on me
I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit
Homie real shit, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

Hmm, that's the end of that shit