[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Check yo’ page, ‘cause God know, bitch I ain’t never in life went on yo’ page
I know these bitch ass
Bitch you be stalkin’ me, stop playin’ with me mayne
(Winners circle)

[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n***a and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He fuck me way better, I cum quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my shit, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit and that’s the business, yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah, hold on, what you said?
Yeah, huh, oh you think you the shit now
Whatchu feel like you on?
Oh, you don’t need me, huh?
Nah, bitch you bullshit
You just like ya momma, bitch, you gon’ stay bullshit, hoe (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m lit, you tryna copy all this fashion, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I’m really rich and you know that I ain’t actin’, yeah, yeah
Hoe, you lame as shit, can’t tell me that I’m cappin’, yeah, yeah
Let me have a one night stand, you can’t say no n***a can’t
Ain’t do no show, I count up
Tear up yo’ state, I mount up
I stay strapped up, don’t run up (Brrd)
We keep a burner on us
Bitch, what you tryna stunt for?
I get my girl to stomp her
She say I ain’t shit, yeah, yeah, tell her I say “Fuck her”
Stay in fashion, high demandin’ and I’m lit, yeah (And I’m lit)
Tryna be like me and be the one that talk that shir (Talk that shit)
Don’t wear no jewelry, but hold up, look at your wrist
Tell that hoe to show up, ‘cause when I pull up, I’m on my shit, yeah (Woah)
[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n***a and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He fuck me way better, I cum quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my shit, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit and that’s the business, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m fly as hell, oh and I’m out on bail, oh
I know you ain’t shit and that’s a fact ‘cause I can’t tell, oh
Can you come stay here? No
Have I ever killed? No
Why you say you kilt that boy then? Bitch be for real, though
Ridin’ ‘round with a tech, though (Brrd)
Play and you get stretched, though
Bitch I got a lot of doe, so don’t try to flex hoe
Then he come down, covered in this Black & Mild smoke

[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and bitch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
Bitches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n***a and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He fuck me way better, I cum quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my shit, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be shit and that’s the business, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Bitch gon’ say, I’m infected
Bitch, if-if-I-if-I, if I wasn’t trippin’ bitch, we was infected together
At least I-at least I ain’t run around this bitch tryna find somebody to be with
Bitch, I got somebody