Home Alone lyrics

by

Big Yavo


[Intro]
Uh, uh
Ayy, let that sh*t ride, Tav (Pew pew, pew pew, yoom)
Skrrt skrrt, yoom, yoom, let's go, say yoom
Ayy

[Chorus]
Know right after school, play a beat, I'm a Walkman
Home alone with your b*tch like I'm Macaulay Culkin
And this water I'm rockin' come straight out the faucet
If it ain't 'bout the pack, what's the reason we talkin'?
He only ran up a 10, call him Reuben Foster
You ain't talkin' 'bout a M, ain't no point even callin'
n*ggas hate, NBA, just keep on ballin'
b*tches see me, her panties just keep on fallin'

[Verse 1]
I keep it cordial, but really shoot sh*t, Richard Porter
I just put in the order, sh*t come 'cross the border
She ain't wanna f*ck on the one, but you know I ain't forfin'
sh*t, I'm rollin' up strong like I'm smokin' on musclе
F&N in my pants, ain't got time for no tussles
Girl think I'm chillin' with thesе hoes, I got time to go f*ck 'em
Cross your ass like Chris 'cause these Glocks do and tuck him
Rock Dior in the sink, damn, I drip like a usher
n*gga, ayy, in the field like a Bear, I throw bullets like Cutler
Stay with my Glock like bread be with butter
Tryna get to these racks, ain't got time for no cuttin'
If we go on a drill and sh*t change, then we huddlin'
If you play, then we on you like Pull-Ups and Huggies
Ayy, I'm pourin' up maid, I don't sip on no Tussie
Say somethin' to you, lil' b*tch, you lucky
I'ma ride like Ruckus
[Chorus]
Know right after school, play a beat, I'm a Walkman
Home alone with your b*tch like I'm Macaulay Culkin
And this water I'm rockin' come straight out the faucet
If it ain't 'bout the pack, what's the reason we talkin'?
He only ran up a 10, call him Reuben Foster
You ain't talkin' 'bout a M, ain't no point even callin'
n*ggas hate, NBA, just keep on ballin'
b*tches see me, her panties just keep on fallin'

[Verse 2]
She knowin' I'm dope, whole thing, I'm the kilo
Get shot, that's nothin', pew pew, like a free throw
Glock take titties and di*k, it's a freak ho
Me and Reggie go way back like Beast Mode
See a opp, take his bike, I feel like Deebo
Trap all day, gettin' money in my sleep, though
You ain't gonna do nothin' to nobody, what you wearin' a ski for?
Shoot his ass in the shoulders, he look through the peep hole
Ding dong like I hit the doorbell
n*ggas hatin' 'cause I'm up, sh*t, oh well
Stealin' the drip, n*ggas pullin' the coattails
Throw a pack, bet I get it like my name Odell
Throw a pack, bet I get it like DJ Metcalf
Catch a opp, make his pus*y ass wreck out
Need me a masseuse, leave everything stretched out
She like how I rub on her pus*y like pet house
Get buckets, I'm back now
[Chorus]
Know right after school, play a beat, I'm a Walkman
Home alone with your b*tch like I'm Macaulay Culkin
And this water I'm rockin' come straight out the faucet
If it ain't 'bout the pack, what's the reason we talkin'?
He only ran up a 10, call him Reuben Foster
You ain't talkin' 'bout a M, ain't no point even callin'
n*ggas hate, NBA, just keep on ballin'
b*tches see me, her panties just keep on fallin'
Know right after school, play a beat, I'm a Walkman
Home alone with your b*tch like I'm Macaulay Culkin
And this water I'm rockin' come straight out the faucet
If it ain't 'bout the pack, what's the reason we talkin'?
He only ran up a 10, call him Reuben Foster
You ain't talkin' 'bout a M, ain't no point even callin'
n*ggas hate, NBA, just keep on ballin'
b*tches see me, her panties just keep on fallin'
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