Video Homicide de Young Thug 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - Homicide Lyrics

[Intro]
I
I wanna ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got diamonds on my fingers big as the Atlas
I just tell all of your bitches hit my checklist
Big Rolls Royce I chop the top like an assassin
Tryna kill you cock-a-roaches with this madness
Bad bitches me cause the big dawg
Fill the safe up, then I ball till I fall
Money made us, these whites, they can't slave us
Got my taste, suck my bitch like Dark Vaders
Bitch can't play us, we no SEGA's
We too major, Coachella paid us
I got cadence, whippin' a Mercedes
Like blue diamonds, look like I was bathing

[Chorus]
Vvs's on my eyes I, think I could fly
Vvs's on the side and I pimp her ride
I can't pick, I can't decide who i'm, I tied my ties
Big big cheese like i'm Five Guys, I can't disguise
Bitch Ben Franklin's when I die, that's my guy
Big bouquet came from your daughter, all type of kinds
Let's commit a homicide I, I wanna ride
Let's commit a homicide, I wanna ride
I'm convinced I wanna ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Drink promethazine, while she suck my dingaling
I got shooters with me, begging to squeeze they trigger please
El Dorado i'm in Turkish, I got Philippines
And my whole fuckin' city know I became the king
I got opps, and I been tryna shoot they chest and spleens
I got drop top Rolls, bitch ain't no schemes
I divorced a couple strippers and they salty
Money man million dollar show, Billie Jean
Cash talk is on my wrist
Cash stockings on my bitch
Big gazelles on our shit
And she seein' all the [?]
I got bags, I got bricks
Ain't ashamed to serve my kid
She got no bucket list
Ain't ashamed to say I did
Don't you go searching for nothing, I got ya
Showed you from day one, you can be the lucky one
Diamonds on your bezels and your wrists
Diamonds on your necklace and your friend wrist
Aston Martin, the doors ajar lit
I'm a swordfish, codfish, California blue
All the rarri's, i'm nauseous, and i'm true to you
And your religion is some more shit, chicken noodle soup
You was hot baby, your scorching, money out the roof
Run to Magic every morning, blow you like a flute
If you ever wanna start shit, [?] in you
You done made it out the swamp ship (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Vvs's on my eyes I, think I could fly
Vvs's on the side and I pimp her ride
I can't pick, I can't decide who i'm, I tied my ties
Big big cheese like i'm Five Guys, I can't disguise
Bitch Ben Franklin's when I die, that's my guy
Big bouquet came from your daughter, all type of kinds
Let's commit a homicide I, I wanna ride
Let's commit a homicide, I wanna ride
I'm convinced I wanna ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah