I HATE HOME lyrics

I hate home, n*gga, the f*ck
I ain’t never comin’ home
You ain’t never, ever, ever gon’ get ya b*tch back, the f*ck?
f*ck out my face ho

Cocaine ones, n*gga callin’ me his dope girl
Ignoring all his calls, got him blowin’ up my homegirls
Told a n*gga if he wanna top me, make my toes curl
I been acting bad all Summer, it’s the ho world

Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate homе

Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hatе home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Woke up in the mornin’, had to get the f*ck up out of there
He lookin’ for me, I’m outside, that n*gga, he ain’t mine
Your baby daddy on Facetime, keep talkin’ bout your baby crying
We done hit the streets again, we like n*ggas with sentences
Acting like a girl and sh*t, got too many b*tch tendencies
Want me in the house, you gotta give me the same energy
Don’t let no n*gga tell you nothing bad about me, he hurt
You can block me all you want, but you still ate it out my skirt
(pus*y)
Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Man, shut up and buy a bag b*tch a Birkin or two
You at home, we outside acting bad, I hate that for you
Don’t act like your n*gga put up, I’ll take that from you
See, that’s what happen when a young b*tch got more paper than you
(Huhhhh?)
Middle of the Summer, I can make that temperature go down
n*gga ain’t tryna let me out the house, it’s gettin’ tore down
Big Dess
Bet not tempt that, I put that check first
The way I keep it pushin’, known for makin’ that n*gga chest hurt

Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home
Yeah, I hate home, n*gga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

(Outro)
We hate home n*gga, we ain’t ever coming motherf*ckin’ home b*tch
Pack yo motherf*ckin’ bags hoe, you ain’t never comin’ back on my mama