Takedown
Goonew, Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Lil Dude
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Homicide shit coming through with the draco (homicide) 4 knocked, nigga going front to the back though Beating my wrist and I'm still in the dope hoe Pour a four Wock, how you know how I walk slow Walked to the bank and counting them hunchos Catch him back, down lying, make 'em funk You the type a nigga, gon' tweet, you gon' mumble 15 caught a body, I ain't even run though Homidice shit got you wet for the low low Catching the pack, and my last name Ocho Serving that drop out the back of Doritos Beatin that pack like a muthafucking dojo F*ck with these niggas, these niggas they hobos F*ck with the 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 Hood rich nigga, we pyscho You nigga remind me of somethin' off American Idol You rapping, and I gotta let em get the title (pop pop pop) But a nigga won't fight you Keep it down and cool like an ice cube My boys in the hood, but my name ain't Ice Cube Homicide shit, keep the 7 6 2's Rap with a big guns, and Lil' Dude Choppin' with sticks, they gon eat you 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 'em 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 Stppd on the block with the Glock on the corner Yungin's still knocking at three in the morning Glock with 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 nigga, 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 lotta rounds Hit 'em 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 plate now Take down, take down, take down, take down Hit a lil' bitch from the back, leave her face down Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds We got them touch like we still on the playground Lame ass nigga get flipped with a fake pound Trapping so hard that I'm making the field wet 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
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Written by: Lil Dude, Unknown Writer, Miguel Flores Curtidor, Othello Houston, Sterling Pennix
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