Goin home lyrics

[Juri]
She hit my phone
(Oh sh*t, hello? hold up)
I'm on my way, all on my own
Yeah, two tone, b*tch I'm goin' home
Yeah, b*tch I keep that chrome, all up on my f*ckin' phone
b*tch, get up on yo knees and give me dome
n*ggas stupid; extra chromosome, extra Chrome Hearts on my sh*t
b*tch, I pull up, f*ck yo b*tch, getting blessed, getting blissed
On my feat, yeah these ricks
Yeah it's true, you can not rock these sh*ts

[Arsene]
Don't care what your saying, it don't matter right now
I just ran a check, why you 'hatin now?
I know you want it, I can see you stalking
Yeah, I know you want me, I don't need nobody
b*tch I'm by my lonely, what you want from me?
They want something from me, feature couple 'hunnids
If I'm being honest, after ten, I'm off it
Prada Nylon garments (You know what I'm rockin)

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