[Intro: Homixide Beno!]
​Fuck outta here, artist
Y'all are now tuning into my n***a artist, fuck n***a
(Gang)
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
Gang, yeah
Homixide, fuck a n***a gon' say?
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
What? Yeah

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno! & Biggaveli]
What the fuck they gon' say, yeah, when I hop out the cut with that blick? (That blick)
What the fuck they gon' say when I walk-down with that stick? (That stick)
Hundred round drum on that bitch (Hundred round drum on that bitch)
Shoot out that bitch, let it click (Grrah, yeah)
Homixide Gang, we too rich (Homixide, Homixide)
We gotta get bro out the fence
Stackin' this chicken and rockin' these shows (What?)
You know we ain't worried 'bout shit
I call up Givenchy and put on a ho', yeah (What?), she swallow my kids at the pent' (What?)
Double down with two blicks (Homixide, Homixide)
Never trustin' a bitch (Nah)
Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide), yeah
Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide, upside-down shit hit)
That beam on me, bitch, it's a stick (Beam on me, bitch, it's a stick)
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide)
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint (Homixide, Homixide)

[Verse 2: Homixide Meechie]
Huh, I put my lil' bitch in some Ricks (Put her in Ricks)
I put my lil' bro on a lick (Bro on lick)
Huh, we snotty nose, snotty nose quick (Snotty, snotty)
Life all about takin' some risks
Smoke out the trucks and the drivers be with it
What the fuck they gon' say?
Smoke yo' bro to the face, when them jakes get behind me I highspeed the chase
What the fuck they gon' say when them guns get to blazin'
Told 'em, "Fuck the investigators, stay out the way"

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, I just hit this sidebitch, yeah, now I'm tryna fuck her friend
Huh, finna just get on that jet, yeah, I'm 'bout to just land in France
Spent like twenty-five hundred on jeans, put my Glock in the pocket of them pants
I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, she a X fiend, yeah, but she ain't poppin' no Xans
I got baguettes, they wet as fuck, yes, they hangin' right off of my neck
I got your ho' tryna come have sex, and she throwin' up my set, O'
[Verse 4: Biggaveli]
No, you cannot try my gang (You cannot try my gang)
N***as ain't even seen a bale (Seen a bale)
Thuggin' shit in every spot (Yeah), got me tight, tryna hide the smell (Tryna hide the smell)
I already know who come and get it (Who come and get it), soon as I fuck, told 'em I bought a bale
N***as ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc, he done tried that shit and he pale

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint