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Fetty Wap - Homies Lyrics

[Intro]
Big Zoovie, let's go, yeah
Cez on the beat

[Chorus]
I got homies really fuck with me, some homies that don't (Homies that don't)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (Homies that won't)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (Nah)
Bunch of thug niggas and drug dealers we family at most
I know niggas know who told us, they won't do nothing 'bout it (Goofy)
So they get 'round some hoes wanna act like they 'bout it (Pussy)
He ain't with it, would've never took that seven like Bobby (Ah-ah-ahh)
Best part of 2020 that a nigga made it out it (Yeah)
I got homies really fuck with mе, some homies that don't (Some homiеs that)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (I got some homies)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (I got some killers, yeah)
Bunch of thug niggas and drug dillers we family at most (Big Zoovie)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bought a wedding ring for my pot, bitch I married it (Yeah)
Fuck Uncle Sam, I'mma trap for my salary (Yeah)
Break it down to vegetables, stacking up my celery (Yeah)
"Why this nigga still here?" I guess these niggas mad at me
I bring it to your front door, pussy, if you at-ing me (Pussy)
Fuck the bitch real slow, watching for my calories
And I hold my block down, fuck who got it after me (Twelve)
On some gang shit, bout it, bout it, bitch I'm Master P
All that lame shit, rowdy, rowdy, put your ass to sleep
I just bought a chopper with a fifty it be quick to reach (Yeah)
I just hit my papi off a burner he be quick to speak (Brrrr, hello)
Told him if I send him 250, send me six a week
[Chorus]
I got homies really fuck with me, some homies that don't (I do)
I got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won't (I got homies that won't, yeah)
I got killers that murk families, I got killers that won't (Yeah)
Bunch of thug niggas and drug dillers we family at most
I know niggas know who told us, they won't do nothing 'bout it (Goofy)
So they get 'round some hoes wanna act like they 'bout it (Pussy)
He ain't with it, would've never took that seven like Bobby (Ah-ah-ahh)
Best part of 2020 that a nigga made it out it (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got homies who got weed, I got homies who don't (I got homies who don't)
I got homies who got pills, I got homies who don't (I got homies who don't)
I got bitches who take charges, I got bitches who don't (I got bitches who won't)
I got bitches that be driving homie, kicking your door
Niggas trapping every season, treat that bitch like a sport
Walk up on a nigga, we ain't sliding no more
Shoot at nigga out the window, we ain't sliding no door
Know what happened to your man, he ain't sliding for bro (Pussy)