Текст Young Nudy – Homies

Yeah
Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag
My dawg just dropped this shit off, said today was a good day in the trap
You know what I’m sayin’?

We fly high
That’s no lie
Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin’
Gotta get the 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 dog 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 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 dog, that’s my dog, that’s my twin
Time for the smoke, pull up nigga, I’m hoppin’ in
Same shit been goin’ on ever since we were 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
Think these niggas my homies?
Then why they hatin’ on me?
Damn, man I see it, I know he didn’t really want me
So I have it on me

Same niggas I growed up wit’, man, these niggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon’ be rich together, you were my homie
Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain’t homies
Niggas pissed 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 4th of July
My new years resolution- make sure that you niggas die
Look at 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
Put me 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 that money, he don’t want nothin’ but these rubber bands
Told him he gotta spin him wit’ that Draco, nigga do it fast
Do that fast, do him bad

Same niggas I growed up wit’, man, these niggas switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon’ be rich together, you were my homie
Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain’t homies
Niggas pissed 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