[Intro]
Sonic Boom

[Chorus: Yeat]
I'm feeling way too gone, I'm feeling too fucked up
All my pockets doubled up, I walked in, I leveled up
Way too tapped in with all my twizzys, said we way too up
Feelin' way too gone
I been in the sky, we humans, we gon' cry
No, you not that guy, no, you not that fly
I don't know why you try (Ah)

[Verse: Yeat]
I'm tired of counting these bands in the mornin'
Tired of go and ran it up this much, I ain't do nothing, I ain't try once
Every weekend, bitch, I hit Chanelly then I hit Balenci', you can't have nothin'
I learned to finesse with the bank then I got all my money invested and doubled up
I feel way too stuck, I'ma get all this money and run it up
Lately, I feel too fucked up, finna take me brеak on the X but I can't, nah
I am addicted but how could I change whеn everything going right now feel so damn good?

[Bridge: Yeat]
It feel like an overdose is creeping up on me
My face is numb, I can't feel nothin' but the numbing
Feelin' deep 'bout anything, but I need me everything
Yeah, overdose, yeah, overdose, yeah, overdose, yeah, overdose
How could the hell you think you didn't wanna put trust in the kid?
Everywhere she creepin', won't put trust up in the kid, ah
(It feel like an overdose is creeping up on me)

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, turn them bricks for a bag, hah (What?)
Cut it down, n***a, make a slab, hah (What?)
Have you ever seen him with the dope? Ah (Dope)
Have you ever seen that bitch lock? Ah (What?)
N***a, straight drop (Woo, woo)
Yeah, big bro took them bowls out (Big bro took them bowls out)
And we sendin' them bags out (Sendin' them bags out)
We got 'xotic, we got the OG
Whatever you want, we got it
If a n***a ass tryin', they dyin' (They dyin')
Pop Perc', lose my mind (Pop Perc', my mind)
I ain't do that shit in a minute (In a minute)
I ain't gettin' no car if it ain't tinted (Not tinted)
N***a ass play, they dyin'

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno!]
Woo (What?)
Yeah, could've been with that bitch, yeah (That bit')
Make shit lock, make shit drop (Lock, drop)
Know I gotta feed my people (My people)
I ain't sendin' my addy, gotta get cash
You know I'ma chase my paper (My paper)
Yeah, I'm thumbin' through that bitch, huh, I'm famous (Ho I'm famous)
I'm throwin' through the bitch gettin' blitzed (Gettin' blitzed)
I'm poppin' my shit, you gon' remember (Woo)
I ain't gon' lie, I keep me a nine, I'ma bust his ass like a pimple (Homixide)
Diamondback, huh, might lift 'em (Diamondback, huh, might—)
Ain't gon' lie, expend 'em (Ain't gon' lie)
It's Homixide Gang, you know what I bang, 'bout my spin, I'ma spin 'em (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, turn them bricks for a bag, hah (What?)
Cut it down, n***a, make a slab, hah (What?)
Have you ever seen him with the dope? Ah (Dope)
Have you ever seen that bitch lock? Ah (What?)
N***a, straight drop (Woo, woo)
Yeah, big bro took them bowls out (Big bro took them bowls out)
And we sendin' them bags out (Sendin' them bags out)
We got 'xotic, we got the OG
Whatever you want, we got it
If a n***a ass tryin', they dyin' (They dyin')
Pop Perc', lose my mind (Pop Perc', my mind)
I ain't do that shit in a minute (In a minute)
I ain't gettin' no car if it ain't tinted (Not tinted)
N***a ass play, they dyin'

[Verse 2: Homixide Meechie]
If you play wit' my brother, we blastin' (Play wit' brother, we blastin')
We'll wet up the block in a Demon (Wet up the block in a Demon)
If it's foreign, I'm blowin' the engine (Foreign, I'm blowin' the-)
Yeah, my Tommy not a semi (Not a semi)
Bloody Mary, I sip on that bloody stuff (Sip on that)
Countin' racks and it gave me a paper cut (Paper cut)
I got junkies who shoppin' with me (Junkies who shoppin' with me)
If you want it, just give me a ring (Just give me a ring)
If you want me, just give me a ring (Just give me a—)
I be sellin' it to the dope fiends (I be selling it to the dope—)
They be cleanin' up all of the spots (Cleanin' up all of the—)
Cook it up and just wait 'til it lock (Cook it up, cook it up)
I got dope sittin' inside of my veins (I got dope sittin' inside of my veins)
I got dope sittin' inside of my veins (I got dope sittin' inside of my veins)
From the block, then we hop on a jet (Finna go hop on a jet)
Yeah, we finna go rock out a stage (Finna go rock out a stage)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I'm feeling way too gone, I'm feeling too fucked up
All my pockets doubled up, I walked in, I leveled up
Way too tapped in with all my twizzys, said we way too up
Feelin' way too gone
I been in the sky, we humans, we gon' cry
No, you not that guy, no, you not that fly
I don't know why you try (Ah)