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[Intro: Homixide Meechie]
(Section 8 in this mf)
Set, set, set, set
Get 'em hit, trip

[Chorus: Homixide Meechie & Homixide Beno!]
Section 8 made it, got a n***a out here [?]
Playin' wit' these bucks, like I'm coming from Milwaukee
Fly young n***a, I'm popping my collar
I told all my n***as, "We don't change for no dollar"
I'm havin' more dollars than followers, shit
Mali said, "Keep you a [?] on they neck"
I'm a real rockstar, I got tats on my belly
Get 'em and pass 'em, then turn 'em and flip it
Section 8 got a n***a poppin' like this
Flyin' first class, n***a come from that set
Swervin' through traffic, I'm trippin' off meds (Skrrt)
Clutchin' on [?], I'm the highest in the [?]
Plantonic metal, but I ain't in a hurry
Switchin' up the swag, Homixide on my jersey
Walkin' with the guns, we'll make a n***a nervous
Say the wrong thing walk 'em down in a hurry
Shout out [?]
Sexy lil' mama, come throw that shit back
Chasin' this cash, I can never relax (Pass it up)
[Verse 1: Homixide Meechie & Homixide Beno!]
I'm a young n***a thats fuckin' up checks (Uh)
She watch for my Insta', I don't send her my at (What?)
Angry lil' bitch, don't want [?] (Ha)
I'm livin' life, I don't have no regrets (Woo)
[?], better place you a bet (Double up)
Life is a gamble, don't never be scared (Homixide)
Homixide tatted, the side of my neck (Homixide)
High as a kite, we get high as we can (Woo)
Safe for this money, and inside of my pants (What?)
Countin' all this money, I don't use rubber bands (What?)
I come from that jungle with lions and bears
Get my gorillas to pysch on your ass
And there's no question, I know they gon' blast (Uh)
Hop out on feet, with a hoodie and mask

[Verse 2: Homixide Beno!]
[?], uh
Havin' these bands, It's a lot of them, uh
Havin' money counter, when I count it up, uh
Breakin' that money machine
[?], red beam
Call up my brother, [?]
[?] set, nah run it back
[?]
[?]
Yeah, it's a chopstick (Chopstick)
Takin' his shit, we gon' rock it (We gon' rock it)
.556 he gon' drop shit (Drop shit)
[?] what he say we pop it
Yeah, I'm toxic, yeah I don't need it
Give me [?] shit, know I'm gon' bleed (What?)
Bleedin' red [?], yeah, I'm bleedin' red [?]
Huh, you can get shot in this bitch
[Bridge: Homixide Beno!]
Huh, huh, get shot in this bitch (Blatt)
Uh, feedin' off [?] and shit (Blatt)
Uh, walk down quick (Uh)
Uh (What?), dunk on the bitch

[Chorus: Homixide Meechie & Homixide Beno!]
Section 8 made it, got a n***a out here [?] (Stack it up)
Playin' wit' these bucks, like I'm coming from Milwaukee
Fly young n***a, I'm popping my collar
I told all my n***as, "We don't change for no dollar" (Woo)
I'm havin' more dollars than followers, shit
Mali said, "Keep you a [?] on they neck" (Uh)
I'm a real rockstar, I got tats on my belly (Rockstar)
Get 'em and pass 'em, then turn 'em and flip it (Homixide, Homixide)
Section 8 got a n***a poppin' like this
Flyin' first class, n***a come from that set
Swervin' through traffic, I'm trippin' off meds (Skrrt)
Clutchin' on [?], I'm the highest in the [?]
Plantonic metal, but I ain't in a hurry
Switchin' up the swag, Homixide on my jersey
Walkin' with the guns, we'll make a n***a nervous
Say the wrong thing walk 'em down in a hurry
Shout out [?]
Sexy lil' mama, come throw that shit back
Chasin' this cash, I can never relax
[Outro: Homixide Meechie & Homixide Beno!]
Hold on
Section 8 [?]
Hold on
Yeah
Fly young n***a from the—
Yeah (Woo)
Set, set, rockstar