Da Homies Lyrics

Somewhere packed in this blunt is my last breath

Specially rolled it's therapeutic hard to have stress

Sitting in the gas station I'm blasting that Young and Black

Lil homie went to get smokes

He said he'll be right back

It's been twenty fucking minutes

This nigga is not fast

He probably saw something a women was tempted to buy snacks

Who Knows

But all these dudes and hoes staring at me

Shit I got my hammer ready

Just in case they plotting

I check my watch again

He already Knows I don't have Time for this

Trauma history PTSD all in my Mind and shit

I don't Trust a Soul I be looking at mine awkward in the mirror

Trying to find a blemish falsified image

Pass Time scrolling IG eyeing Photoshop bitches

All this iron in my pocket I done forgot where my dick is

My homie hopped in the whip

So excited I almost clipped him

Start driving This is not a Bugatti primary issue

Still ridding my mind is racing I shift to

Seventh gear many miles before I can begin to

Know the problem

So solemn after what looked like the end

Them fucking projects got me so out of it why I call you friend

Niggas beat around the bush even when inviting them in

Realize tolerance thin

Should clock him right on his chin

Would but this nigga smiling

We got away with a win

What

Two-door Honda

My confidence to the brim

Gotta do whatever for squad

Cause my Loyalty is to them

My niggas be huffing and sighing at

Life it's getting to them

That shit don't Feel right But I'll make it right

Gave my nigga the keys and told him to drive, we gone ride the middle of night

Dirty drivers ain't got no license

And sour OG beside us

For the anxiety

Cause the police don't like us

We've been isolated stranded on an island Big as Riker's

Pull to the gas station ask if you want anything

Cashews pistachios Cause you're nuts

Constantly Thinking about ruts

And how to get past your past with a bad foot

We can escape the hood gradually stick to the task

Park it and I put on my mask

COVID got these hopeless niggas missing threats

Spotting out whose wallets are the biggest I done made my bets

I ain't got no time for contemplating if I face arrest

You open mouth I'll open fountain blood circulation of neck

No hesitation bitch get the bread from the safe

I don't want nothing but what is the best for my brethren

That's all I'm destined to chase

Care if I'm catching a credible case

Thuggin since 87 before epidemic was placed

Severing whole generations I'm an effect

Selling out venom to snakes

Finished with pressing then, get to the passenger side Nigga drive

Fiddling

It's the adrenaline When you're commiting a crime

Nigga I'm

Catching all of our Blessings picking up pennies and dimes

You Yelling at me

Ain't letting me tell you shit

Instead of catching a Vibe

So Light that shit up