OMB Peezy – Big Homie (remix) (ft. King Von & JackBoy) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

OMB Peezy drops the remix to “Big Homie” now featuring King Von & JackBoy. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song. The video was directed by ThePictureMan.

Omb Peezy Big Homie (remix)

The Mobile, Alabama rapper revisits his earlier single “Big Homie,” this time joined by Chicago’s King Von and Sniper Gang’s Jackboy on the remix.

Over an acoustic guitar led trap ballad that would be perfect for Lil Baby and Gunna, Peezy reminds us that rap hasn’t changed him. He’s still staying dangerous: “I hope you n****s ain’t forget, homie/young n****, still’ll kill a n**** big homie”

King Von brings his rowdy energy and gruff voice to the laidback banger and Jackboy follows up with a melodic flow reminiscent of label head Kodak Black.

OMB Peezy – Big Homie (remix) (ft. King Von & JackBoy)

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Lyrics

[Intro: OMB Peezy]
Look
I hope you niggas ain’t forget, homie
Look
Ayy, look

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
I hope you niggas ain’t forget, homie (Forget)
Young nigga, still’ll kill a nigga big homie (Word)
Word around town, I’m ridin’ ’round with a stick on me (On me)
And I’ll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey)
I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies)
So I can’t chase no ho, I’m tired (So tired)
Stingy, I ain’t playin’ no games with nobody (Nobody)
Ain’t feelin’ you, walk up the wrong way, you can die

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Ever since he can remember, he been sellin’ dope
He piss dirty at probation, he been touching cocaine
I put my trust in my niggas, they ain’t gon’ tell ’em no
I put my trust in my dawgs, they ain’t gon’ tell ’em no names
Ayy, I can’t chase no ho, I’m tired
Said I’d do anything for you, guess I lied
I know I can’t do nothin’ without my iron
I fucked around and shot the wrong damn nigga tryna slide
Ayy, fuck that, I’m who them niggas be tryna be, ayy
Thug nigga, pistol on my lap when I’m out to eat, ayy
Ain’t no nigga harder than Peezy that I can see, ayy
You don’t want no smoke with lil’ Peezy, he keep his heat, ayy
I can’t, I can’t trust nobody, ayy
If you want to die, you can try me, ayy
Don’t ask me for shit, I don’t got it
These fuck niggas ain’t slangin’ no knowledge
Peezy

[Chorus: OMB Peezy & King Von]
I hope you niggas ain’t forget, homie (Forget)
Young nigga, still’ll kill a nigga big homie (Uh-huh)
Word around town, I’m ridin’ ’round with a stick on me (Grrah, grrah)
And I’ll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie
I just ran off on the plug like Plies (What? What?)
So I can’t chase no ho, I’m tired (I’m tired)
Stingy, I ain’t playin’ no games with nobody (Who? Huh?)
Ain’t feelin’ you, walk up the wrong way, you can die (Von)

[Verse 2: King Von]
I hope my niggas just don’t snitch on me (Shit)
Shot the whole block up, I had a switch on me
Word around town, I heard a nigga put a hit on me (Who? Huh?)
Know I like bad hoes, so the nigga put a bitch on me, damn (Uh, uh)
Now we ridin’ in my whip (Ride, ride)
All in her phone, this bitch smilin’ and shit (This bitch smilin’)
Stopped at the light, this bitch reach for my hip
Grab my gun, had a grip, bust her lip with my fist (Boom, boom)
Grabbed her neck, she finna die now (She finna die now)
No restaurant, looked up and I saw Five Guys (And I saw Five Guys)
Kinko, they was in the high, I had to get low (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bustin’ you and then I kick her out by CITGO (Bitch move)
Gotta whip and slide, every week (Slide, slide)
I’m a cowboy, my Glock sing like Emery (Grrah, grrrah)
Went to trial boy, and Durk got a nigga flee (Uh-huh)
And if you use your memory, I bet you still remember me, on gang (Boom, boom)

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
I hope you niggas ain’t forget, homie (Forget)
Young nigga, still’ll kill a nigga big homie (Word)
Word around town, I’m ridin’ ’round with a stick on me (On me)
And I’ll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey)
I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies)
So I can’t chase no ho, I’m tired (So tired)
Stingy, I ain’t playin’ no games with nobody (Nobody)
Ain’t feelin’ you, walk up the wrong way, you can die

[Verse 3: Jackboy]
If that nigga run up wrong, he could die
We got all these damn guns, why try?
If that nigga go to plan, pressure gettin’ applied
If that n**** go to plan, momma go to cryin’
I do no hidin’, do no fightin’, I be frontline slidin’
In the club, diamonds bitin’ like my jeweler Mike Tyson
My .40 got a pack of punch, that baby hittin’ just like her
You niggas ain’t real thugs, y’all only thugs when typin’
I told my jeweler freeze me
Turn me to a snowman like I’m Jeezy
Want all the ice to myself, bitch, I’m greedy
I ain’t kissin’ no ass so I can be up on the TV
I’m in the cut, countin’ cash, give no fucks if you can’t see me
My [?] be Peezy
So she try to treat me like a lil’ homie
But now I got more money than the big homie
I promise I’ll never stop goin’ in, I am not Rich Homie
I’m in the booth droppin’ hits with the Blick on me

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
I hope you niggas ain’t forget, homie (Forget)
Young nigga, still’ll kill a nigga big homie (Word)
Word around town, I’m ridin’ ’round with a stick on me (On me)
And I’ll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey)
I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies)
So I can’t chase no ho, I’m tired (So tired)
Stingy, I ain’t playin’ no games with nobody (Nobody)
Ain’t feelin’ you, walk up the wrong way, you can die