Who Did It

HUMBEATZ

Careful who you politicking with 'cause niggas talk
When we stop giving gang applications out, niggas soft
Might not catch him in that Jeep, but we gon' get him in that hawk
He had a mask, but I ain't have to see his face, we know his walk
Trade a life, he want this chain, doing donuts in the rain
Catch him slipping, that's a stain, I know my opps like I know gang
Know it's in me to the bone, zippers, I'll Keisha alone
I can't free none of them killers, so it's minutes on the phone
Heard they checked the homie and he owe some fades when he get home
Metal jacket every bullet, them blue hollow tips cones
Ever tried to call the homie line even though he gone?
Gary Payton, YSL, shit, I been mixing my colognes
They gon' tell you that it's love, niggas envy just because
And you never really know, so we just casually keep gloves
Transaction was a lil' long, we only bought dubs
She gon' say her name Bisha, her baby daddy a blood
Sit and think like, "Where the time go?"
We just flipped again, but that's a whole 'nother convo
Feel like you could get away, then bang 'em like a bongo
Train a day, we pull around, it's car, he get the Lonzo
Closest I think I'ma get to heaven is this condo
All I need is canvas
I just showed somebody bitches Neiman's and Paramus
Second time I dream they got up with me, my shit jammin'
Gotta give a couple samples out, that's for your branding
Only smoke exotic, get headaches from the midget
She think they gon' kill me, so she left me and I get it
Fishbowl make it easy for us, get it tinted
If the opps ain't claim the body, I wonder who did it

Careful who you share your love with 'cause love hurt
You die 'bout it or kill about it, whichever comes first
They say for every death, it's somebody giving birth
Type of shit that have you think how much we populate the Earth
Infatuated with the hate, I think the love started boring me
We handle shit accordingly, I met the devil formally
Hell can't be no hotter than my hood and that shit warm to me
Stab you with the same hand they dapped you, that mean war to me
Be who you love, they'll try you if you let 'em
Only money feed me good, it's no dice if he ain't betting
Order fettuccine, pasta, Caesar salad, ranch dressing
While we chat 'bout large orders, tryna get it down to seven
I just know my dog good if all dogs go to heaven
What's my lawyer say? He got me, kick my feet up, I don't sweat 'em
You know nothing last forever, it just hurt more when you fed 'em
I appreciate the opps 'cause they ain't changed since I met 'em
Had blood on my hands, was money on my mind
Might buy that bitch a Rollie, tryna compensate for time
She a seven, but she let us use her crib, so she a dime
Calling 'bout some shit you heard somebody said, lose the line
Had orgies at the Ritz
This new Amiri fit in case the feds taking pics
If money on your head, then you get hit, it's well spent
Two hundred on the dash, dash box with the tints
Cuz said he ain't tryna make it out, just get 'em bricks (Got you)
Just get 'em bricks
Cuz said he ain't tryna make it out, just get 'em bricks