Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Atti
Songwriter
Lyrics
You already know what it is
It's your boy P-Killer
Atti
Rock
Baller
Bushwick on the scene
Homicide in Bushwick, nigga
Let's get, get, get money, nigga
Let's get, get, get money, nigga
If you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you's a funny, nigga
Yo, Atti, go
Real nigga catchin' bodies, boy, you just a botty, boy
I ain't never do karate, boy, I got a shotty, boy
I ain't with the clout chasin', nigga, I ain't shotty's boy
Free my nigga Teflon, he the wick, Gotti boy
Real right hound shit, Bushwick with the pound shit
I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they doin' clown shit
I was on the block in a trap car with the scale
You be on the gram talkin' reckless, you ain't really real
Disrespect these niggas to they grill, fuck how they feel
Pop up on your block, broad day, yeah, you know the deal
Witnesses, ain't never speak a word, cause they know we real
Five told him, you don't see shit, you won't get killed
Had the block jumpin', jumpin' twenty nineteen
Now the block rat-infested, these niggas disgusting
On they last breath, desperate, doin' anything
Better hope that we don't find out that Mack gon ring brattt
They talkin' murder one, but them niggas ain't outside
When it come to drama, them lil' niggas'll ride
It be a homicide in Bushwick
It be a homicide in Bushwick
Know that we gon' ride
We grew up round them hustlers, they was gettin' it outside
If you come to my hood, play tough, you gon' die
It be a homicide in Bushwick
It be a homicide in Bushwick, yeah, yeah
True shit, my niggas the movement
Just got me a nine, don't make me introduce it
Celebrate your death date, make it an exclusive
Young homi, I been choppy, you been sloppy
Young David Ortiz, they call me Big Papi
Ya be in the hood with them burnin' bitches, the sick thotties
Everybody know me, I'm young, but I'm a OG
You could get wrapped like a cannoli, smoked like a bogey
Ya niggas is bogus, give your bitch some flowers
Hit you with a bomb, nigga, Lotus
Soon as a nigga get clapped, now they notice
That we ain't with the games, we equipped and we focused
I'm bout mines, you snitch niggas got one time
To call up one time and you gon' be a flat line
Gang shit, body on the pavement
The streets got what they needed and that's without saying
They talkin' murder one, but them niggas ain't outside
When it come to drama, them lil' niggas will ride
It be a homicide in Bushwick
It be a homicide in Bushwick, know that we gon' ride
We grew up round them hustlers, they was gettin' it outside
If you come to my hood, play tough, you gon' die
It be a homicide in Bushwick
It be a homicide in Bushwick, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Eric Ortiz
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