Damn Homie - A Boogie wit da Hoodie ft. Lil Durk

(Nick, you're stupid)

Damn, homie

I thought you'd really ride for me

I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me

I thought we was cool

Why 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, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh

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, dance on 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 until them niggas all stop breathin'

Don't wanna talk it out, too late for sympathy

We gon' wipe a nigga nose if he don't stop sneezin'

We ain't even 'til you get hit with the lemon squeeze (Get hit with the—)

Hit him all up and now we even Steven

Step right on the mouse before he eat the cheese (Step right on the mouse before he—)

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 vent to me

Arch your back on me, now she won't stop leakin'

You always got my back, you're like my backbone

She gon' pick it up right when the phone start ringin'

When I leave the crib, I bring the MACs home

Tears fall down Melody's eyes when I'm leavin' (Huh?)

Damn, homie

I thought you'd really ride for me

I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me

I thought 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, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh

Many men

How many niggas you had shot?

How many men? I erased my past 'cause I love you

I take a chance, got me where you want me, I'ma 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 (Hmm)

Another chance, and another chance

You told me I was family, 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 it

Streets, family, family, streets, tug of war

I mix the Percocet with lean, I'm feelin' paranoid

Damn, homie

I thought you'd really ride for me

I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me

I thought 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, gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh