Lyrics to Homeboy On A Shirt
Wop
Huh
Go
Redid my grill in July, that bitch like Fourth of July (Damn)
Flyin' my wrist to Dubai, might just stay fly, the new fives (Yup)
I put your pop on Fox Five (Pop), Mr. Eleven alive
My hood bang B's like a hive (Wow), they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci (It's Gucci), you must be stupid or high (Huh?)
You must be death struck or depressed 'cause you know you gonna die (Pow, pow)
I'm an ape out a cage, I'ma die of old age (Wow)
Nigga, this me, I'm so paid, I get 'em whacked on the stage (Shh)
Get him stripped in the studio like a ho on the stage (Go, go)
Gucci Mane and 1017, we got the crowd in a rage
Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy at the blaze (Guwop)
That was back in the day, but I'm still stuck in my ways (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc' (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc'
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Say I stop the clock, release the shocks, I'm '90s baby, crater rock (Woo)
Forgot to hold myself, we pick it up, I can't control myself (Uh-uh)
It's bad that I'm the bitch who with the shit, I know the hurt they felt
Diamond grills come from the field, you know my young niggas be holdin' that
Take one, take one, take two, they feelin' blue, got Benji flippin' Benjicoot (Who?)
And he be playin' peek-a-boo, I see you, nigga, look at you
I'm so icy in the summer, I'm so icy in the winter (Brr)
I'm so icy like a comma, 1017 in all black Sprinters (Skrrt)
Know I only fuck with winners, ayy, VC learnin', straight beginner (Uh)
I'm a cold-hearted bitch (Uh), hurt your feelings, got you pissed (Uh)
Suck your soul, snatch your kids, have you runnin', slit your wrists
Ain't no tellin' when I'm lit, I bust your head down with your sticks
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc' (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc'
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Huh
Go
Redid my grill in July, that bitch like Fourth of July (Damn)
Flyin' my wrist to Dubai, might just stay fly, the new fives (Yup)
I put your pop on Fox Five (Pop), Mr. Eleven alive
My hood bang B's like a hive (Wow), they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci (It's Gucci), you must be stupid or high (Huh?)
You must be death struck or depressed 'cause you know you gonna die (Pow, pow)
I'm an ape out a cage, I'ma die of old age (Wow)
Nigga, this me, I'm so paid, I get 'em whacked on the stage (Shh)
Get him stripped in the studio like a ho on the stage (Go, go)
Gucci Mane and 1017, we got the crowd in a rage
Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy at the blaze (Guwop)
That was back in the day, but I'm still stuck in my ways (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc' (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc'
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Say I stop the clock, release the shocks, I'm '90s baby, crater rock (Woo)
Forgot to hold myself, we pick it up, I can't control myself (Uh-uh)
It's bad that I'm the bitch who with the shit, I know the hurt they felt
Diamond grills come from the field, you know my young niggas be holdin' that
Take one, take one, take two, they feelin' blue, got Benji flippin' Benjicoot (Who?)
And he be playin' peek-a-boo, I see you, nigga, look at you
I'm so icy in the summer, I'm so icy in the winter (Brr)
I'm so icy like a comma, 1017 in all black Sprinters (Skrrt)
Know I only fuck with winners, ayy, VC learnin', straight beginner (Uh)
I'm a cold-hearted bitch (Uh), hurt your feelings, got you pissed (Uh)
Suck your soul, snatch your kids, have you runnin', slit your wrists
Ain't no tellin' when I'm lit, I bust your head down with your sticks
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc' (It's Gucci)
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was Perc'
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide (Ah)
