Playboi Carti’s vault keeps coughing up chaos like a glitch in the matrix, and “HOMICIDE55555”—leaked raw on August 13, 2024—feels like the unhinged baby brother to his whole vamp empire, a slurred snarl of menace that’s got fans fiending for that full BABY BOI drop.
Cut on August 29, 2023, in the thick of Carti’s Atlanta haze with F1LTHY on the boards, this one’s pure Opium house fever: muddy 808s that throb like a hangover pulse, ad-libs (“Schyeah, hol’ up”) ricocheting like stray bullets, and Carti’s baby-voice drawl twisting street scripture into nursery rhymes from hell. It’s rage-trap distilled—think “Whole Lotta Red”’s punk snarl meets baby-voice nursery rhymes, all self-made flexes and “no bap” oaths over a beat that sips Wock’ slow and spits fire fast.
Thematically, it’s Carti’s origin myth reloaded: Homixide gang chants as war cries, red-store stick-ups, and that endless loop of clapping opps while diamonds drip like tap water. No polish here—just leaked grit from a $10K group buy that surfaced a day after “Wake Up” ft. Travis Scott hit the sewers, confusion piling on when the seller botched the drop with some mystery track fans dubbed “STRESS” in the snippet wild.
BABY BOI, teased since Carti’s cryptic Insta dumps last spring, shapes up as his most unfiltered yet—a 20-something track baby-voice odyssey clocking rumored guests like Ken Carson and Destroy Lonely, blending nursery-rhyme menace with nursery-level production. No official date locked, but whispers from his November ’25 AWGE huddle point to a Q1 ’26 bow via Interscope, vault-raiding those “MUSIC” leftovers into a concept of eternal youth gone feral. Fans can pre-save what’s bubbling on Spotify for tracklist teases and leak-proof alerts.
Carti’s in that post-“MUSIC” limbo glow, 29 and untethered after Coachella’s baby-voice baptism shook TikTok into submission, evolving from punk-rock provocateur to this slimy savant who makes homicide sound like a lullaby. It’s him thumbing the chaos, one leaked bar at a time—proving the boy’s voice ain’t just a phase; it’s the apocalypse set to slime.
Dive into the HOMICIDE55555 lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other BABY BOI tracks for more of Playboi Carti’s baby-voice slime anthems.
| Lead Vocals | Playboi Carti |
| Songwriter | Playboi Carti |
| Music Producer | F1LTHY |
| Label | Playboi Carti |
| Release Date | 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Playboi Carti |
Lyrics of HOMICIDE55555 by Playboi Carti
[Intro]
Pour Me A F**k Nigga Right Now, Pu**y
[Chorus]
See A Pu**y Nigga Outside, I’ma Beat His A*s, Uh (Beat His A*s)
Quart Of Wock’, Motherf**kin’ Pourin’, I’m Sippin’ Too Fast (Slime Said I Sip Too Fast)
Self-made Nigga Right Here, Got My Own Bag, Hol’ Up (Got My Own Bag)
Big 555, Schyeah, We Too Bad, Huh (We Too Bad)
Uh, Maybach Truck, Leg Up, Gotta Ride With The Strap (Strap)
We Heard About You Pu**y-A*s Niggas, Y’all Niggas So 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**ch, That’s My Next Tat (Ah)
Put Him In The Smoke, He Smellin’ Like ‘za, No Bap (That H5)
Caught Me Some Ho*s, Makin’ The Ho Come Clap, Woah (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I Got Slime In This Shit, And These Diamonds, They Water, Tap (Woah, Woah, Woah)
Uh, Pistol, Rocket, F**k Around, Get Clapped (Caught His A*s)
Hail-mary, Pu**y Nigga Get Stamped, Hol’ Up (Caught His A*s)
Balenciaga Flip-flop For My Trap (Caught His A*s)
Everybody Got Balenci’ In My Trap (Did His A*s)
Beno Pop Out, Flip The Switch Like A Lamp (Gang Pop Out)
Jump Out, Pop Out, Yeah, Get Took Off The Map (Gang Pop Out)
Take Off With His Switch, I Jump Off The Map (Jump Out, Jump Out)
Put On For My Gang, You Know It’s No Bap (Jump Out, Jump Out)
No Bap, No Bap (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Put On For My Shit, Yeah, No Bap (Homixide, 555)
Run Off With Your Sh—, Yeah, No Bap (Homixide, 555)
Took Off With His Blick, 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 Motherf**kin’ B**ches (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 Britches (Pop Out)
Money Got Me Motherf**kin’ Lifted (Hol’ Up)
Codeine And Xans Got Me Lifted (Hol’ Up)
You Try Me, You Die In This B**ch, No, I’m Not Trippin’, No, I’m Not Trippin’ (Hol’ Up)
I Go Tom Cruise, Hol’ Up, B**ch, I’m On A Mission, Hol’ Up
Buddy Just Made The News, Hol’ Up, B**ch, He Went Missin’ (Yo)
I Just Been Flexin’, I Just Been Killin’ (Hol’ Up, Sch—, Hol’ Up, Hol’ Up)
I Just Been Killin’, I Just Been Sh— (Woah)
Hol’ Up, I Just Been Playin’, All With My C—, Shh, Yeah (Hol’ Up)
I Just Been Killin’ These Ho*s, Woah (Let’s Go)
[Chorus]
See A Pu**y Nigga Outside, I’ma Beat His A*s, Uh (Beat His A*s)
Quart Of Wock’, Motherf**kin’ Pourin’, I’m Sippin’ Too Fast (Slime Said I Sip Too Fast)
Self-made Nigga Right Here, Got My Own Bag, Hol’ Up (Got My Own Bag)
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**y A*s Niggas, Y’all Niggas Some Cap (Cap)
Uh, Caught Him At The Red Store, Yeah, That Ho Ran Laps (Yup)
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
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