"5REW" lyrics

(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Yeah
It's Homixide
Yeah, yeah

It's Homixide
Yeah, shawty wan' hit my phone, what it do? (What?)
She need me to clock in around 'bout two (What?)
Yeah, walk in that bit' with my bro, what it do? Yeah (Yeah)
We drippin' in fashion, you know how we do, yeah, yeah
Homixide, yeah, my crew, I been on my .32 pole, I
You know my gang on ride-or-die, you know that shit fo' sure
You know my gang on ride-or-die, you know my gang won't fol' (What? Homixide)
I'm keeping that muhfuckin' chopper, whatever I go (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
I'm keeping that muhfuckin' chopper, I cannot go, uh
We rockin' in bih', rock and roll (What? Homixide)
We poppin' that pick, and I move (What? Homixide)
We rockstar trappin' all day, everything goes
I'm whippin' that bih' in the bowl
I'm whippin' that bih' with a four
And we got fishscale, huh, sit on the stove
And we got fishscale, huh, go for the low (Huh, huh)

Huh, huh
Catchin' these plays in that spot, yeah, we rollin'
Got two hundred racks, two thousand in my jeans, yeah, this shit pokin'
Puttin' this shit on, this Rick Owens, she knew it
The Percocet's, yeah, we be chewin'
You know that the way we do it, huh
You know that we snottin' some lil' kids, had boogers inside of our nose
And then we got diamonds, they frozen
We overseas sellin' out shows, huh
Gang on me, now I bring my nig' wherever I go
Four door jeep, Yeah, we ridin' in the Trackhawk, go zoom
Yeah, we got racks and sticks
Run up on me, shit, we gon' boom
My boy got a switch on that Glock, yeah, that bih' clean a room
Promotin' the violence, just do it
Homixide ready to do it

It's Homixide
Yeah, shawty wan' hit my phone, what it do? (What?)
She need me to clock in around 'bout two (What?)
Yeah, walk in that bit' with my bro, what it do? Yeah (Yeah)
We drippin' in fashion, you know how we do, yeah, yeah
Homixide, yeah, my crew, I been on my .32 pole, I
You know my gang on ride-or-die, you know that shit fo' sure
You know my gang on ride-or-die, you know my gang won't fol' (What? Homixide)
I'm keeping that muhfuckin' chopper, whatever I go (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
I'm keeping that muhfuckin' chopper, I cannot go, uh
We rockin' in bih', rock and roll (What? Homixide)
We poppin' that pick, and I move (What? Homixide)
We rockstar trappin' all day, everything goes
I'm whippin' that bih' in the bowl
I'm whippin' that bih' with a four
And we got fishscale, huh, sit on the stove
And we got fishscale, huh, go for the low (Huh, huh)