With The Homies Lyrics

For that bread you taking gut shots or maybe facials

Weather the storm now

Falling like the middle of april

Best of both worlds ball

Yeah and been a athlete

Now tell them boys to come holla at me

Work hard

In it pulling doubles like a simese

Squad deep

Rolling deeper than the chinese

You boys funny

Like them dudes off of south central

Bought a car

While you still living off of car rentals

Get money quick

See the way you make the money flip

Until the stash fat

And green flows like its abstract

Touch this cash

Gotta blast at a man quick

Aint talking about turning up the volume

Put holes in em quick fast

And leave more holes than a net bag

You must be kidding

Really couldnt beat me

With your best stuff written

So cop me a chain

And doing cam like theres pink in it man

Flow deep

Talking thicker than that car oil

And you not in my world

And so i guess that ill ball for you

Get a kick

Out of stomping a dumb dude

This my grown man

Put that thing to a dumb dumb

Gripping the pistol

Get to dealing with the homie issues

Thing pitiful

Hardest ones quick to turn to tissue

Got a lot lines

Call this a homicide

Need you some help

Dog you killing yourself

Man you punks need to work on them lame lines

Your boy got the game in the grip

Like the jaws off a canine

Throw them gs up

Kick it if you know me

At the strip club

A meeting with the homies

And keep it chill

Might throw some dollars at they ass black

Skip the small talk

Getting deeper plus they ass fat you dig

Where the homies at

Touch em make your neck bruise

Getting it

Still grinding like Neptunes yeah

And no offense

But im summer time weather cool

In other words ten steps ahead of you

Rapping is an art

So the game is my portrait

And hot like fire

So the game im going torch it

High in my fortress

Like riding in porches

And only talk big bucks

So ma you can cork it

Any man coming testing this guy

Wit big guns

Malcolm exing this guy

Excuse me exing em out

While on top

Still got something to prove

Wanna be cool

Punk jump in a pool

You about as dumb as a tool

Your boy dumb hot

Hitting the club spot

Want the yellow in the ears

Squared mistaken for spongebob

Thats why your chick she so love me

And her friends too

Just Stick and move

They ride until my hip get bruised

Yeah girl got that pimp in my blood

With them soft lips

You can give the stick a nice rub

Im ill

See them dudes there theyre lames

And couldnt get a buzz if their last name was caine

On a late night

I often gaze at the stars

Out of this world

So just send me to mars

Its that easy

To switch styles up on you

When you stinking

Like that cow manure ill

Throw them gs up

Kick it if you know me

At the strip club

A meeting with the homies

And keep it chill

Might throw some dollars at they ass black

Skip the small talk

Getting deeper plus they ass fat you dig

Where the homies at

Touch em make your neck bruise

Getting it

Still grinding like Neptunes yeah

And no offense

But im summer time weather cool

In other words ten steps ahead of you