You say you wanna take a ride
Get in
I grew up on that other side
getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of
pies snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down
I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide ya ya
Fighting shooting killing riding
Cripping tripping spitting fire
In the kitchen baking pies
Taking mines making mines
Yellow tape black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can't nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs
from my cousin Future
Now I'm back on and popping like
Trapping rapping in the cut
Talk shit I fuck you up
They don't recognize
who I am or where I'm from
So I hit the strip club banging
20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass put that
thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on
the pavement
You say you wanna take a ride
Get in
I grew up on that other side
getting it in
You niggas selling a
bunch of pies snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down
I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide ya ya
How many a ride open up that pie
You gotta question a nigga
standing next to you cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta
make yourself a boss
Niggas'll shit on you
any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the
ending then quit
It's a dirty world you gotta
get your hands dirty
I'm going for the title with my
hands on the rifle
I put in the same work
you put in survival
Looking at my rival
they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax
I can spot a rat
Let the guitar play brrrat
You say you wanna
take a ride Get in
I grew up on that other side
getting it in
You niggas selling a
bunch of pies snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down
I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide ya ya
Slang a bunch of packs
and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets
as a young nigga
ain't never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard
them my motherfucking kinfolk
They'll kidnap you and yo broad
daylight no pretendo
I grew up 'round a
bunch of monsters
call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life you
call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon' starve or you want fetti
Yo life'll change a second
Good or bad don't open yo
mouth make sure you shut it
Ain't no telling who listening
make a wise decision
I'm from 'cross the tracks
like Boosie
If you ride you better know
who shooting
You say you wanna take a ride
Get in
I grew up on that other side
getting it in
You niggas selling
a bunch of pies snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down
I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide
Go tell 'em it's a homicide ya ya