Lifestyle Songtext
von Homixide Gang

Star Boy, you′re my hero
Homixide
What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Homixide, Homixide

Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari
Uh, yeah, or I skirt the 'Rari
Uh, yeah, I′m pissin' out lean (lean)
Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me)
Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?)
Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?)


Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari
Uh, yeah, or I skirt the 'Rari
Uh, yeah, I′m pissin′ out lean (lean)
Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me)
Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?)
Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?)

A nigga try to copy, they know they can't copy (Homixide, Homixide)
I walked down that boy then I hit him in his noggin
7.62, let′s get it (7.62 lets)
I switched out my car then I hopped in the Demon (What?)
7.62, let's get it, yeah
I switched out my car then I hopped in the Demon


Yeah, we got Pakistan sticks, shoot missiles
I popped me a X, I got meds in my system
I might go on mission to hit some nigga
My brothers like spinnin′
You know that he get him, catch a stench
Snotty, might cross him out, aye
Big Booger wipin' down shit
However we have ′em, we walk out with racks
We be on opioids bitch
Snotty couldn't find me no Tris
All the bros got them a cup (gang)
We in here sipping on red
J5, he popped a G6
He roll up and spark up the Henxh (gang)
The upside-down crosses, baguettes
VS1 diamonds shit hit
Homixide, Homixide, gang

Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari
Uh, yeah, or I skirt the 'Rari
Uh, yeah, I′m pissin′ out lean (lean)
Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me)
Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?)
Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?)

Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, Snotty snuck the Glock in
Uh, yeah, smashed out Ferrari
Uh, yeah, or I skirt the 'Rari
Uh, yeah, I′m pissin' out lean (lean)
Uh, yeah, I can not stop it (stop me)
Uh, yeah, my bitch wear Celine (what?)
Uh, yeah, my right pocket sloppy (what? What?)

Yeah, a nigga trynna copy, they know they can′t copy