OT Genasis - Homies lyrics

rate me

(Prod. By Jereme Jay)

Ft. The Game

(Verse: O.T. Genasis)

My mama told me, 'neva go out after nine'

Fuck that time cuz I had me a 9

Watched a homie cook that zone in the kitchen

.357 wit a nose like Pippen

I always asked, 'can I go to my granny house?'

It's easier to sell 'em bags out the canny house

I neva got time fo' my bitch cuz I'm gone

Out wit the homies so she think I'm doing wrong

She say, 'be careful cuz they might hit ya up'

I'm looking at this bitch like I don't give a fuck

Burn on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug

All my homies bang, I just want to sell drugs

My homie locked up, puffing nigga in the room

The way this shit going, shit, I might seem soon

Rubber grip, hollow tip, .44 Mag'

Brains out of pocket make 'em look like it's red

I'm fucking wit the homies

(Hook: O.T. Genasis)

Ain't got time fo' a bitch, .39 in a clip

I'm fuckin' wit the homies

My bitch tryin' to stress me out

I'm 'bout to leave, bitch let me out

I'm fuckin' wit the homies

Turnin' up on a block, get harassed by the cops

Ride fo' my niggas, die fo' my niggas

(Verse 2: The Game)

I'm fucking wit the homies, and I'm lucky to be alive cuz Palmer Blacks tryin' to dome me

I got this 90 inch Sony, selling this bitch fo' half off, who fucking wit the homie?

Chillin' wit the brodies, blowing on this doddy

Hit the park whipping on these YG's like Jodye

554, Cedar block if ya know me

I was there at the bounty jail wit Monster Cody

Fresh out, hit the Avalon, red khakis on

Then I tuck the burner to get a burger from marathon

Red boys Jersey, wore that muthafucka to an all crips school

And I'd be dead if I ain't wear it home

Fat red laces and some Coneys, got jumped by the track news

Fuckin' with the homies!

I got my whole hood tatted

Who we busting at tonight?

It don't matter cuz I'm fucking wit the homies!

(Hook)

Thanks to Bassam for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Jim for correcting these lyrics