Home Alone

Ayy Ayy ayy, ayy (Let's go, let's go) Weed, ooh, weed ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) (Kevin this is nice) I got a pink bandana (Who?) Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch) Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more My fingers are sore Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh) Beef and chicken, it's roasted (Ooh, ooh) I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for) Can't f*ck with you no more F*ck my life, I can't deal with it Most of your music is shit (It's shit) Don't give a f*ck about niggas that hate I'ma say it again My shoes and my socks got holes (Yeah) Leave me alone (Leave me alone) Why don't you pick up the phone? Hold up, I got two cups So pour up, pour it up Weed, ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah) What the f*ck? (Oh, icytee) Ayo! Bitch, I am back like I'm Herpes At this point, no one can hurt me Even them niggas that are out there in Kearsney Or Howick, or Durb's My nigga I'm cold as a burg My nigga I'm fly as a bird Don't talk to me, nigga if you are a turd I run up a check The ice on my wrist, the ice on my neck It's him in the flesh The K.V.N.G, they know I am next But I got the Kidd We coming up strong, now that ain't a fib My nigga, we lit, but they gonna hate It is what it is My nigga, we icy No cap, no kizzy I hope that you like me Your girl getting feisty But I do not care 'cause I got a wifey My nigga we doing it big and strong Like a task, activity (F*ck) Rapping 'til infinity (F*ck) Here comes my nigga, I'm talking about Naitivity (F*ck, f*ck) I got a pink bandana (Who?) Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch, let's go!) Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more My fingers are sore (Ooh, ooh) Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh) Beef and chicken, it's roasted I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for) Can't f*ck with you no more F*ck my life, I can't deal with it Most of your music is shit (It's shit, shit) Don't give a f*ck about niggas that hate I'ma say it again My shoes and my socks got holes Leave me alone (Leave me alone) Why don't you pick up the phone? (Why don't you?) Hold up, I got two cups So pour up, pour it up Weed, ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah) What the f*ck? (Oh, what the f*ck?) Look at my wrist (Yeah) It's shining bright than your wrist (Let's go, let's go) In a fight and I'm fighting my demons Left dodge with a miss I cannot resist, to be on the top That's why nigga piss Eating the diamonds, that why niggas don't like 'em 'Cause you all naming grills I'm back on my shit And you know that I'm lit Coming to win Made from the dirt and I'm smashing the pit 'Cause you know I am fit Coming to win, comin' your way Niggas don't know how to play I am the greatest, okay? Riding the beat 'cause I want it to lay Real niggas, sixteenth of May A game with vision Niggas came with a mission I'm ridin' on the top, it's sweet like a mop But now we on decision I cannot be trippin' Me and your bae we be kissin' That's why you creepin' Giving no fucks, that's why I'm not leaping (F*ck, f*ck) It's Kidd and you know that we winnin' (F*ck, f*ck) I got a pink bandana (Who?) Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch, let's go!) Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more My fingers are sore Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh) Beef and chicken, it's roasted (Ooh, ooh) I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for) Can't f*ck with you no more F*ck my life, I can't deal with it Most of your music is shit (It's shit, shit) Don't give a f*ck about niggas that hate I'ma say it again My shoes and my socks got holes Leave me alone (Leave me alone) Why don't you pick up the phone? (Why don't you?) Hold up, I got two cups So pour up, pour it up Weed , ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah)