Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Homisquad lyrics

[Chorus: Goonew]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick

[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
Pray to the cash
I came with the stick so you know I ain't ratchet
These niggas been knew I was dancing
Too many bitches, you know a nigga finesse 'em
Hoodrich turn up the function
Came in this bitch with a whole lot of money
These niggas be dyin' for bluffin'
My young niggas murk and they coming for somethin'
Triple diablo aiming at your muffin
Ain't goin' nowhere without it, I be thuggin'
Spent thirteen hundred on a Stone Island coat
These niggas ain't gettin' no money
They left for the rain, nigga now it's sunny
Told Freak I'ma give him a hundred
Pull on your block and he drive in a Honda
Tell the truth, nigga don't really want it
Automatic sound like thunder
Don't get on that list 'cause we calling that number
Been totin' the stick but the pack comin' summer
Real street nigga, I made these bitches want me
Been sending these niggas Luciano's warning
I hang with the snakes, anancodas
My young niggas spending bands, DJ Drama
I got me an AR pistol, I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' comma

[Chorus: Goonew]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Homicide Boys
Nigga don't play, you know we got the toys
Smoking loud, they ain't making no noise
Hoodrich, we got the money like Floyd
In the trap I'm a lord, cutting the dope with the sword, ooh
Bust the pint, I ain't know what I poured
Wanna be me but you can't afford
Turn a fine lil bitch to a whore
Choppers and sticks, bitch we ready for war
Extended clip, I'ma shoot you some more
I'm rocking that shit you can't find in the store
Everywhere we go got bullets galore
Smoking gelato cookie like a sport
Water on me, boy you stuck on the shore
Ooh, I know she fucking for sure
Smoking gelato, that west coast cure
Bad bitch from San Fransisco
Chopper from Russia when I kick a door
Put water on the money, make it grow
Finesse 'em, tell 'em that I got it for the low
When he come we gon' cut off his throat
Ain't talkin' cola when I'm talkin' 'bout coke
Glock forty, got it tucked in my coat

[Chorus: Goonew]
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that homicide shit
This that kill a nigga quick, this that homicide shit
This that Hoodrich shit, this that kill a nigga quick
This that homicide shit, this that Hoodrich shit
This that homicide shit, this that kill a nigga quick