More songs by Homixide Gang
Description
Producer: Section 8
Producer: Fazi
Producer: Dreamr
Recording Engineer: Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Mixing Engineer: Roark Bailey
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
A& R: Ela Talu
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Composer Lyricist: Keyon Thomas
Composer Lyricist: Demetrius Chatman
Composer Lyricist: Rai'Shaun Williams
Composer Lyricist: Nikolas Fazekaš
Composer Lyricist: Eric Jowett
Lyrics and translation
Original
Honestly, Homicide gang, y'all, y'all two niggas impress me, bro.
I didn't expect this shit coming in to hear some shit like this.
I was like, yeah, bro.
Y'all got it, bro. I can't lie, nigga.
Y'all is like that.
Yeah.
Young nigga on the way.
Yeah, yeah, young nigga on the way.
Yeah, you really have my way.
Oh.
Huh.
Listen.
Slip.
Whatever you with.
Oh, yeah, just stay right with me.
Yeah, uh. Gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash. If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash.
And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. On my feet and my dogs out the cage.
Yeah, you don't land on the map, hey.
I gotta stay where I'm from, I ain't trusting no hoes 'cause they finna nap, hey. I gotta keep my head on swivel.
Nigga, I'm the plug, no Mack in the middle. I really be sliding these hoes in Ferrari trucks.
It come with three partners, this shit is hard to remove. I be taking three drugs at the funeral.
All the pussies ain't buzzing my neck. We be jumping on jets and live.
Sixteen pounds, we do this for fun. Really fuck how you feel, we know we the one.
We them young niggas, stay with the gun. Popping this shit on the daily.
Popping this shit so you know we ain't basic. Gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash.
If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. Get this shit out the mud, we gon' run it up.
Catch me outside in a cypher truck. I got a kid on a zombie drug.
I pour a pint on the side of the cup. I stay on a mission. Way on the road to millions.
This track so sick, it's filthy. Got Louis V prints on my tummy. Niggas don't play with my gang.
We put shit on the news. Never stopping, can't lose. It's a Mason Margiela.
Smoking on gas fumes. Hoes both say they feel me.
And it ain't matter nothing, I don't say nothing. I got a line of squares in the clique.
Butterfly doors on a nigga, we stuntin'. Yeah, they stuntin'. Five-star nigga, I stay with the squad.
Stay with the squad.
I do not play when it come to my boys.
Come to my boys. Get it in a minute, we didn't have a choice.
Didn't have a choice.
I'm from Chicago, I gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash.
If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. Uh, gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash. If you fuckin' up,
I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
English translation
Honestly, Homicide gang, y'all, y'all two niggas impress me, bro.
I didn't expect this shit coming in to hear some shit like this.
I was like, yeah, bro.
Y'all got it, bro. I can't lie, nigga.
Y'all is like that.
Yeah.
Young nigga on the way.
Yeah, yeah, young nigga on the way.
Yeah, you really have my way.
Oh.
Huh.
Listen.
Slip.
Whatever you with.
Oh, yeah, just stay right with me.
Yeah, uh. Gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash. If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash.
And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. On my feet and my dogs out the cage.
Yeah, you don't land on the map, hey.
I gotta stay where I'm from, I ain't trusting no hoes 'cause they finna nap, hey. I gotta keep my head on swivel.
Nigga, I'm the plug, no Mack in the middle. I really be sliding these hoes in Ferrari trucks.
It come with three partners, this shit is hard to remove. I be taking three drugs at the funeral.
All the pussies ain't buzzing my neck. We be jumping on jets and live.
Sixteen pounds, we do this for fun. Really fuck how you feel, we know we the one.
We them young niggas, stay with the gun. Popping this shit on the daily.
Popping this shit so you know we ain't basic. Gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash.
If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. Get this shit out the mud, we gon' run it up.
Catch me outside in a cypher truck. I got a kid on a zombie drug.
I pour a pint on the side of the cup. I stay on a mission. Way on the road to millions.
This track so sick, it's filthy. Got Louis V prints on my tummy. Niggas don't play with my gang.
We put shit on the news. Never stopping, can't lose. It's a Mason Margiela.
Smoking on gas fumes. Hoes both say they feel me.
And it ain't matter nothing, I don't say nothing. I got a line of squares in the clique.
Butterfly doors on a nigga, we stuntin'. Yeah, they stuntin'. Five-star nigga, I stay with the squad.
Stay with the squad.
I do not play when it come to my boys.
Come to my boys. Get it in a minute, we didn't have a choice.
Didn't have a choice.
I'm from Chicago, I gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash.
If you fuckin' up, I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. Uh, gotta pay cash. Two hundred sit on my dash.
Speeding and praying to crash. Speeding and praying to crash. If you fuckin' up,
I'm gon' smash. And I do this shit, yeah, I'm burning up.
I'm running like, yeah, so fast. I'm running like, yeah, so fast.