HOMICIDE55555 Lyrics – Playboi Carti

Read the full HOMICIDE55555 lyrics by Playboi Carti along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Playboi Carti’s music, you can also explore STRESS and ALL RED, two other songs by Playboi Carti.

[Intro]
Pour me a fu*k n!gga right now, pu*sy

[Chorus]
See a pu*sy n!gga outside, I’ma beat his ass, uh (Beat his ass)
Quart of Wock’, motherfu*king pouring, I’m sipping too fast (Slime said I sip too fast)
Something ain’t— n!gga, right here, got my own bed, hol’ up (Yeah, got my own bed)
Big 555, schyeah, we too bad, huh (We too bad)
Uh, Maybach truck, leg up, gonna ride with the strap (Strap)
We heard about you pu*sy ass n!ggas, y’all n!ggas some cap (Cap)
Uh, caught him at the red store, yeah, that ho ran laps (Huh)
Took his .88, yeah, we took his gat (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
[Verse]
Homixide devil, yeah, b!tch, that’s my next tat (Ah)
Put him in the smoke, he smelling like ‘za, no bap (That H5)
Caught me some ho, making the ho come clap, woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got slime in this s*it and these diamonds, they water, tap (Woah, woah, woah)
Uh, pistol, rocket, fu*k around, get clapped (Clip his ass)
Hail-Mary, pu*sy n!gga get stamped, hol’ up (Carti’s here)
Balenciaga flip-flop for my trap (Carti’s here)
Everybody got Balenci’ in my trap (Daddy’s here)
If he don’t pop out, flip the switch like a lamp (Gang pop out)
Jump on, pop out, yeah, get took off the map (Gang pop out)
Take off with this switch, I jump off the map (Jump out, jump out)
Put on for my gang, you know it, no bap (Jump out, jump out)
No bap, no bap (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Put on for my s*it, yeah, no bap (Homixide, 555)
Run off with your sh—, yeah, no bap (Homixide, 555)
Took off with his blicky, yeah, no bap (Homixide, 555)
Homixide, 555 (Hol’ up, hol’ up, woah, woah)
Homixide, 555 (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Homixide, 555
Homixide, 555 (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Homixide, 555
Hol’ up, can’t get the weapon, hol’ up
Hol’ up, I can’t get the stick, hol’ up

I’m fresh on these motherfu*king b!tches (Pop out)
I ain’t pop out in a minute (Pop out)
I ain’t popped out in a minute (Pop out)
Shawty, she grab my bushes (Pop out)
Money got me motherfu*king lifted (Hol’ up)
Codeine and Xans got me lifted, (Hol’ up)
You try me, you die in this b!tch, no, I’m not tripping, no, I’m not tripping (Hol’ up)
I go Tom Cruise, hol’ up, b!tch, I’m on a mission, hol’ up
Buddy just made the news, hol’ up, b!tch, he went missing (Yo)
I just been flexing, I just been killing (Hol’ up, sch—, hol’ up, hol’ up)
I just been killing, I just been sh—, woah
Hol’ up, I just been playing, all with my c—, shh, yeah (Hol’ up)
I just been killing these hoes, woah (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
See a pu*sy n!gga outside, I’ma beat his ass, uh (Beat his ass)
Quart of Wock’, motherfu*king pouring, I’m sipping too fast (Slime said “I sip too fast”)
Something ain’t— n!gga, right here, got my own bed, hol’ up (Yeah, got my own bed)
Big 555, schyeah, we too bad, huh (We too bad)
Uh, Maybach truck, leg up, gonna ride with the strap (Strap)
We heard about you pu*sy ass n!ggas, y’all n!ggas some cap (Cap)
Uh, caught him at the red store, yeah, that ho ran laps (Huh)
Took his .88, yeah, we took his gat (Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Outro]
Homixide, 55555 (Hol’ up), Homixide, 55555 (Hol’ up)
Homixide, 55555 (Hol’ up), Homixide, 55555