Home Run

We need to cook

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Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run

I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone

And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn

I told that bitch, "get out my phone," no, I won't respond

New Benz, gon' crash it out

Told the opps, "nigga, look at me now"

Know my brodie gon' air it out

New link wan' head to town

Boxfest, we smoking pounds

Can't let my family down

Standing up, not standing down

Know the silencer make no sound, yeah

Bitch, I am the one, wrap your head around the truth

Tryna find out what's the problem, bitch, we tryna get to that root

And my brother pulled that ruger out, that bitch gon' bust and shoot

Got some money now, so gon' put them diamonds on my tooth, yeah

Gettin' that green like Peter Pan

Fans pull up and they fill the stands

Said he wan' slide, nigga, get your mans

Walk in the club and I blow ten grand

Girl at my crib, yeah, she my masseuse

Dumping that body, not leaving no clue

That nigga cappin', not telling the truth

I told her, "shake it," she movin' them glutes

I make a hit when I walk in the booth

I cannot fuck with a nigga named

I got some brothers, that's only a few

Feel like I'm joeyy, I shoot out the roof

Shoutout to quinn, still stay with the troops

Shoutout to Wido, know my niggas cool

Diamonds on me, and they shine like a pool

Callin' up Dami and he sayin', "bool"

She wanna come spent the night (on God), I'm finna take her inside

Ten bands? That's some' light (on God), making that shit every night

And I don't care bout' no tag (on God), nigga, just tell me that price

And the choppa gon' say farewell (on God), gonna wish that boy bye-bye

Nigga wan' count me out, well, bitch, I'm here to stay

Camo on me, that Bape

One-thirty on my dash

Nigga know that we speedin' all up on that interstate

Walk in that party and that bitch finna get it jumpin'

I ain't ever come to play

Let my brodie know, and we gon' really get to dumping

Like I'm Zuko with the flame

Gotta make sure your people good and your circle small

Niggas move like snakes

Better make sure that love genuine 'fore you're in too deep

'Fore it's too late

Gotta make sure that my family good

Touch down in the Chi' and I hit lil' Jake

If he got popped, put boy in a wood

Gonna smoke that pack 'til the shit in the face

Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run

I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone

And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn

I told that bitch, "Get out my phone," no, I won't respond

Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run

I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone

And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn

I told that bitch, "get out my phone," no, I won't respond

(Yeah, yeah)