[Chorus]
Thirty on me, Glock in my jeans
Still on the block, serving that bean
Say you want smoke, I'm in the Creek
Runnin' 'em down, I aim for the neck
Three for the fifty, junkies know me
Heard he was hot, I'm clearing the scene
Homicide Gang, thirty on me
Gallons of gook, I'm sellin' the fiends

[Verse]
Thought I was sweet, I came with my Glock
Four-five, car parked, made his heart stop
Servin' them J's and I'm servin' them rocks
Beat up the pan and I'm sellin' that drop
Homicide Gang, we the killers
Two Draco's we gon' hit, we gon' spin 'em
Fucking that bitch, she cooking me dinner
Come get a bag, I might serve you a dinner
Come from the 'partments, my young n***as get it
Ho auntie better not hit, the ho dippin'
Serve him a dummy bag, had to get it
I'm feelin like Fifty when I tell my dogs sic 'em
I told him pop out, bullets spinnin'
It's a four-fifth but I call it a nickel
Slide on a Honda we gon' let that ho fiddle
Opps keep talkin', they stay in my mentions
Catch him down bad, fifty round glizzy
Hundred round drum, loaded with the fifties
Smoking on opps, I'm acting real silly
I stay with them bloods, they yellin' Big Billy
Talking 'bout Bobby, you ain't selling no Whitney
Goonrich bitch, and I came with my semi
Make a bitch hot like a bitch at the clinic
They stay on my back, I whip in the kitchen
Serve 'em a dummy, had to remix it
I got it from my mother, she taught me how to whip it
Get you a bag, get you a dick
They stay off the molly, they actin' real silly
[Chorus]
Thirty on me, Glock in my jeans
Still on the block, serving that bean
Say you want smoke, I'm in the Creek
Runnin' 'em down, I aim for the neck
Three for the fifty, junkies know me
Heard he was hot, I'm clearing the scene
Homicide Gang, thirty on me
Gallons of gook, I'm sellin' the fiends