Homie Lyrics - Carnage

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DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'? 

You know what I'm sayin' nigga? 

Ya dig? Ya dig? 

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up 

We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us 

This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss' 

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up 

Player, oh you the homie 

If you did time then you the homie 

If you got bail, then you the homie 

If you not stale, then you the homie 

Grew up with criminals, scandalous 

Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch 

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch 

These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit 

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Put that fuckboy on the newspaper 

In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles 

Fuck nigga, try me at any angle 

I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel 

Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel? 

Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel 

Don't come around with the anger 

You know everybody having bangers 

If a pussy nigga play with me 

Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him 

I can get you whacked real easy 

You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger 

Pussy nigga you're no danger 

Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya 

Swear to god all I gotta do is point one finger 

She'll close range ya, hah 

Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down 

RIP to Troupe, pour it out 

You want me dead but I can't ever die 

They livin' false, but I can never lie 

Mob baby, baby I got ties 

I want chicken wings on the side 

You got higher dreams when you fly 

Until then you're never near the sky 

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I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up 

We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us 

This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss' 

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up 

Player, oh you the homie 

If you did time then you the homie 

If you got bail, then you the homie 

If you not stale, then you the homie 

Grew up with criminals, scandalous 

Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch 

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch 

These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit 

You was the plug, then you the homie 

You never tell, then you the homie 

You know it's nothin' but shooter on me 

Them niggas know and never movin' on me 

I keep a Mac in the Louis bag 

Look like I got the computers on me 

I'ma get back at your stupid ass 

We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie 

I be fucking your Wednesday crush 

I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me 

All of that shit be made up 

I'm poppin' and they makin' more rumours on me 

She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me 

I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me 

Even though my lil' bitches be used to money 

Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah 

I took the bales out in the rainy weather 

This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller 

I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh 

Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney 

Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it 

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up 

We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us 

This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss' 

I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up 

Player, oh you the homie 

If you did time then you the homie 

If you got bail, then you the homie 

If you not stale, then you the homie 

Grew up with criminals, scandalous 

Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch 

I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch 

These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit 

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'? 

With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch 

Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'? 

Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds 

Blue cheese, no ranch 

How you dig that, know what I'm sayin' 

Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level 

With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel 

It's YSL slime shit 

You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'? 

Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it