ScHoolBoy Q - My Homie lyrics

rate me

*Yeah, yeah!

Girl, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Come on! Just wanna fuck off!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Chorus:

What’s the real niggas addiction, addiction?

Money, weed and bitch hanging with snitches

Shit it wasnt my intentions

I didn’t know

I knew him for years, who would think his gums was sore

To all my niggas I would die for, die for,

Load my pistol I would go out and war for.

Spend my last you keep your half, we’re all poor,

No where to go, I walk you through my front door!

Hey, my ninjas do the same,

So when we was younger you was my main,

Nigga, I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand,

Putting my life up in your hands, putting your finger like damn!

For really though, really though, we was just slanging Oxys like a year ago

You knew my sister though, my auntie, cousins and my uncle Joe.

.. cuz you hit my drow, see my nigga you's a hoe!

Remember them Cheerios, ninja turtles on my grandma’s floor

I’m like for show, catch you on the rebound

You bound to drizzown (drown)

Grave land is where you sit down,

What goes around, comes arizzound (around) the sky’s up

and hell is low, keep your mouths shut!

Bet he won't tell no more

Chorus: (x2)

What’ a real nigga addiction, addiction?

Money, weed and bitch hanging with,

Hey, .... shit what my intentions?

Who the fuck you on the phone with?

Started around the bottom, ended up at the top,

Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my glock!

Did what I did,who woulda knew you was the cops,

Talk all on the phone to your homie about a block,

You got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga

You got your sentence reduced, cause you told ‘em I pulled the trigger

And niggs i was looking out for you, you

Tryed to show ‘em just how we do!

Put all my shit aside, now im through

Figure that I would keep it crippy,

This what this real nigga get me!

Locked up for like a century

while you got the chance of a bentley

Fuck My old bitches wanna beat my dick plenty

My shooting finger itchy, but I hope somebody get em

But probably not!

Tonight I’m sweating in, cause you got me hot, got me hot!

Ima get his ass popped!

Can’t get over how we was, tough as leather

Man, we did everything together

Fuck our first bitches

Earned our first chedda

Robbed the first nigga was down for whatever

And'll blast til forever if we had to!

Chorus: (x2)

What’s the real nigga addiction, addiction?

Money, weed and bitch hanging with,

Hey, .... shit what my intentions?*<br />

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Thanks to madailui

Thanks to Eli for correcting these lyrics