h.o.m.e

You think that you know what's best for me You don't know shit 'bout my life thought 'Cause I think that you're the best for me And without you I would die hoe I've been all around the world Still yet to find a place I could call my home Yeah 'cause in my city, late at night It's not nice cause people die, people lie, children cry Ain't shit to do, but get fly Ain't shit to do, but get high Roll it up, blaze it up, touch the sky When I hear the sirens, it's like lullabies Pussy boy come get your bitch she's wilding On my dick, this bitch, she crying She's like "omg it's too big" Light this shit up, bitch i'm too lit Eh huh, huh I smoke that flower not no tulip Bitch I'm zooted and I'm suited up F*ck your bitch, guess who did that It was me, angellic Yes I hit that bitch with flash and shit I ain't gotta rock no flashy shit cause you know that I'm rockin' rick Eh pussy change your rhetoric heard you talk on my dead mans Got buff pockets like a fat man All black fit just like i'm batman Balenci mix it with vetements That's your slut, I get her wetter man Shoot my kids all up up in her abdomen I fucked her bestie I guess that upset her, deam I point the choppa at your face, eh That's how I'm gon' settle it Huh, hoe we already fucked what you waiting for? Do you want a fucking medal? My momma said i'm sentimental Bitch, ride me like a bike, no pedals I'm goin fast, pedal to the metal Your wife's a bitch so i'm finna pet her Chrome hearts on me is not the only metal I took your bitch and my kids what I fed her I count on these racks, I count up my cheddar Cheese in my pocket fettuccine alfredo You a lame i call you fredo, not no prettyboy And my hoes she's bad She looks just like britney boy Tell me is you with me boy ? Cross upside down, sydney hoe Yeah, I'm talking about St. Peter Need a munch, I need a eater You think that you know what's best for me You don't know shit 'bout my life thought 'Cause I think that you're the best for me And without you I would die hoe