Mab - HOMICIDE Lyrics

Red cup, blue pill homicide
Gruopie f*ck with me, yeah the know I ride
Two cups leaning thugging I get high
Dont come too close we dont trust you you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
Red cup blue pill homicide
Killed an opp, bitch you know I got mob ties
Shoot your homie man he gon' need a revive
F*cked your bitch im her man that's on the side
Your main bitch I f*ck till the sunrise( yeah)
Thuggin with my pistol we gon' shoot you if you get close
Yeah augh I get high of the lean yeah
Pull up with your bitch, she said that she missed me cause I do not miss
Didn't wanna go home so we went to ritz
You tryna sound tuff so you lower your pitch yeah
Ayy
She came to me back
She came to me back
I f*ck from the back
I f*ck from the back
I'm pullin' her tracks
I'm pullin' her tracks
I'll skeet on her face
She holding the mac
She holdin the mac
She in love with me
She in love with the mac
200 on my wrist
200 on my bitch
Bitch you know im rich but I aint got no amiri
Give him one call
To send you to god
Give it one call to send you to hell
Bitch I got bored so froze my wrist
Bitch I got bored so I froze my neck
I'm drippin it's ice all on my body
Better duck before ill take your body
Glock 30 my hip
Glock 9 in my pocket
Range rove my whip
Diamond chain I copped it
Red cup, blue pill homicide
Gruopie f*ck with me, yeah the know I ride
Two cups leaning thugging I get high
Dont come too close we dont trust you you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die
You gon' die yeah ahh you gon' die