Back to Top

Homicide Outfit Video (MV)




Performed By: The Star
Length: 3:23
Written by: Travis Jones




The Star - Homicide Outfit Lyrics




Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic

Osama been trapping all my niggas tapped in
Lids ass Nigga everybody know you capping
Middle of the cul de sac sell yo ass a pressure pack
20 pc all flats know dem bitches love dat
Life's a escapade need dat Escalade new Lac
Strapped like a Jansport ironic it's in my back pack
Pockets on back fat. Obese no treadmill
Run in place you at a standstill hamster exercise wheel
Damn what's this guys deal she told me David cop a feel
Especially since I copped a pill and it just kicked in for real
Never be a equal partner sole on this proprietorship
She put it on her bottom lip bottom bitch swallowship

Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic

I talk the money like a teller I love it boy I tell ya
When you ain't got it you so under the weather
Rain on a bitch she gone need a umbrella
Ella Aye just do what I tell ya
First I get into my carry-on. That's a bag
Count it fast don't wanna talk if she ain't bad
Told ya I was on y'all ass told you you would fumble that
Hour later on my jack talking like she want a sack
Homicide outfit she slipped off the drip
Clothes off off the rip sunk the ship and then I dipped
Y'all so predictable Tyler perry movie script
Trying to check my manuscript but ain't gone be no duplicates

Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic

Osama been trapping all my niggas tapped in
Lids ass Nigga everybody know you capping
Middle of the cul de sac sell yo ass a pressure pack
20 pc all flats know dem bitches love dat
Life's a escapade need dat Escalade new Lac
Strapped like a Jansport ironic it's in my back pack
Pockets on back fat. Obese no treadmill
Run in place you at a standstill hamster exercise wheel
Damn what's this guys deal she told me David cop a feel
Especially since I copped a pill and it just kicked in for real
Never be a equal partner sole on this proprietorship
She put it on her bottom lip bottom bitch swallowship

Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic

I talk the money like a teller I love it boy I tell ya
When you ain't got it you so under the weather
Rain on a bitch she gone need a umbrella
Ella Aye just do what I tell ya
First I get into my carry-on. That's a bag
Count it fast don't wanna talk if she ain't bad
Told ya I was on y'all ass told you you would fumble that
Hour later on my jack talking like she want a sack
Homicide outfit she slipped off the drip
Clothes off off the rip sunk the ship and then I dipped
Y'all so predictable Tyler perry movie script
Trying to check my manuscript but ain't gone be no duplicates

Homicide outfit what I stepped out wit
Niggas ain't bout shit cuz they don't really got shit
Star flow Hot shit matter fact hot grits
Al Green in my swish and I ain't score a basket
Bad bitch ima put dat pussy in a casket
Then rehab it f*cking gift wrap it
The metal on me's plastic make ya son a bastard
Make the wrong choice shit gone have to get tragic
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Travis Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: The Star

Tags:
No tags yet