Damn Homie

[Intro]
(Nick, you’re stupid)

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Damn, homie
I thought you really ride for me
I thought you was gon’ hold it down for me, you lied to me
I though we was cool
How you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my— Damn, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I’m on fifty, got to keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh
[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Damn, homie, bands on me (Bands)
How you gon’ call the feds on me? (Huh?)
I ain’t got no homies, all my niggas just like blood-brothers
Family, look
Hand on the butt, mans saw me (Mans saw me)
Sand to the beach, sand on me (Sand on me)
A lot of enemies, I get ’em out of here before I let ’em get to me (Yeah)
Been givin’ out headshots for little broski
Spin the block ’til them until them niggas all stop breathin’
Don’t wanna talk, it’s too late for sympathy
We gon’ wipe a nigga nose if he don’t stop sneezin’
We ain’t even tell you, get here with the limousine (Get here with the limousine)
Hit ’em all up and now we even Steven
Step right on the mouse before you get the cheese
Fuckin’ with her feelings, now she sick of me
I don’t want your love, I want your energy
I fuck with you the most ’cause you can keep a secret
And when she open up, I let her picture me
Arch you back on me, like she won’t stop leakin’
You always got my back, you’re like my backbone
She gon’ pick it up when the phone start ringin’
When I leave the crib, I bring the MAC home
Tears fall down my lady’s eyes when I’m leavin’ (Huh?)

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Damn, homie
I thought you really ride for me
I thought you was gon’ hold it down for me, you lied to me
I though we was cool
How you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my— Damn, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I’m on fifty, got to keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh
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[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Many men
How many niggas you had shot?
How many men had raised my past ’cause I love you
I take a chance, got you where you want me on my hundred grand
If you catch a nigga who had did it, I’ll give you a hundred grand
You wash your pain away with a hundred Xans
And at the time I ain’t understand
Nigga stabbed me in my back, I gave another chance
‘Nother chance, and another chance
You told me I was family, you treat me like a orphan
I done broke the money down into a hundred portions
Broke it down with different niggas, went through a hundred courses
I’m the voice of the streets, it ain’t a hundred voices
Sit yo’ ass down with the unemployment
How you claim the streets? You ain’t did nothin’ for ’em
Streets, family, family, streets
Tug of war
I mix the Percocet with lean, I’m feelin’ paranoid

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Damn, homie
I thought you really ride for me
I thought you was gon’ hold it down for me, you lied to me
I though we was cool
How you want me to die, homie?
Damn, homie
I thought you was my— Damn, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
How you change on me?
I’m on fifty, got to keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh