Homicide shit coming through with the draco Fort Knox, nigga hit the front and the back door I'm beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hole Pour a four of wock, how you know that I walk slow Walk to the bank and I'm counting them hunchos Catch him down back, make em funk You the type of nigga, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble 15 caught a body, I ain't even run, though Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low Catching the pack like my last name Ocho Serving the drop out the back of DeVito's Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo I don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas, they hobos I fuck with them migos, can't come in my bio I put your main bitch number all in my bio Double back gang, better ride with a Bible Hoodrich nigga, we psycho You niggas remind me of something off American Idol You rapping and I gotta let em get the title (pop pop pop) But my nigga won't fight you These diamonds cold like an ice cube With my boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube Homicide shit, keep the 7 6 2's Rap with a big gun and Lil Dude I'll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food Goonew, Hoodrich, nigga, rich like some Jews I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah Fourth of July, we don't shoot in the air Look at my Gucci shoes, look like a belt I got the Glock with the dick, no homo Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner Still on the block with the Glock on the corner Youngin's still knocking at three in the morning Glock with a 30, you know I'm gon' warn them Homicide shit, catch a body, I'm touring Huh? Oh, who that? Who that? Who that, Auntie? Homicide, nigga We about to slide through this shit, huh? Homicide, Hoodrich homicide Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Draco diablo, got hundred rounds Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds Hit him with a combo, that's a man down Luciano got the drake now Nigga don't even want to fake now Ooh, I might eat a nigga's plate now Take down, take down, take down, take down Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds We got them toys like we still on the playground Lame ass nigga got flipped with a fake pound Trapping so hard that I'm making the Feds watch Rich nigga trapping, them Jordans is deadstock Cook up the dope, got the J's in a headlock Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doc