Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Homicide Lyrics

Homicide

Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Lyrics copied!

"Homicide." - Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:52 pm

Album: Fed Baby’s

Track No: 13

Yeah, to fuck with me you lucky and you know it (And you knew that)
Put your phone off, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record (Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming forward, Heaven, I saw it (Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, I hear shit, trying my best to ignore it (Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoes tryna get off)
He tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off (Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off, uh? (Why you ain't get off?)
I catch my man and it ain't no question, I'ma get off (Hey, hey)
Yellow bitch, yellow diamonds, ooh, I'm pissed off (I'm pissed off)
The way she love me and she fuck me, ooh, she gettin' off
He talking hard, approach him, watch how fast he get soft
Rapid fire, nuttin stopping, choppers lettin' off (Brrap, brrap)
If I catch you, I'm gettin' off (Gettin' off)
I'm tryna knock your whole shit off (Knock your whole shit off)
You and your mans too, I'll drop a bag on the whole crew (Whole crew, whole crew)
Been be suffocating, the hunnids, they be all blue (Why you say that? All blue)
I'm on a whole 'nother level, the bitches, they all new (All new)
Speaking of bitches, a bitch tryna get off on Instagram 'cause I fell back (Fell back)
Why you ain't make a post how you fucked the whole clique?
Bitch go tell dat, huh? (Why you said that?)
These rappers tryna sneak diss, tryna get off to get on, huh?
Catch their ass in public, they gon' get right and get gone
To fuck with me you lucky and you know it (And you knew that)
Put your phone off, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record (Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming forward, Heaven, I saw it (Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, I hear shit, trying my best to ignore it (Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoes tryna get off)
He tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off (Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off? (Why you ain't get off?)
I catch my man and it ain't no question, I'ma get off (Hey, hey)
Before the rap money, young **** was ballin' way before it (Way before it)
I don't do no talkin', I travel back on 'em and ****, you know it (****, you know it)
I bought me a pack of that hi-tech I take it and then I pour it (I crack it, I pour it)
I crunch up the eighths, and numb up my mouth, you know that I throw it
She all in my session, she steady keep pissin, but no, she don't know it
When I'm up at Aces, I ride with that Wesson, just me and my boy
I swear it's controlling me, 17 got 4 sons
Tryna go cop me 'bout 4 farms
Studio on the bus I'm touring
I swear, I don't put no level in these songs
Heard these **** pissed off mad at me and bet they gone
Grab my own gun, I'ma hold it down, no I won't flock, I keep it strong
These bitches be aching I steady be waiting
So when I'm recording, don't call my phone
To fuck with me you lucky and you know it (And you knew that)
Put your phone off, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record (Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming forward, Heaven, I saw it (Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, I hear shit, trying my best to ignore it (Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoes tryna get off)
He tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off (Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off? (Why you ain't get off?)
I catch my man and ain't no question, I'ma get off

Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Demario White & Dyllan McKinney.

All lyrical content displayed on this website is the intellectual property of its respective copyright holders. No ownership is implied, and no copyright infringement is intended.