Home Alone lyrics

[Intro]
Spaz
Yuh, you ain't talkin' bout Glocks, you ain't talkin 'bout nothin', n*gga
Yall can't hang, yuh
Killed this sh*t (No cap, yuh)

[Verse]
Glizzy on me, carbon out with the 30
I'm smoking OG in my mind gettin' worried
I beat the block up everyday for a birkin
I trap everyday cause the gang in a hurry
Y'all n*ggas so pus*y, y'all n*ggas so gurby
We slime the plug out every day, we so dirty
We the young n*ggas that pop out the cut with with three pools, cause these n*ggas was so damn worried
Jumped in the hood like a ape, put his ass in the lake when I come to the trap, the gang do wake and bake
And I cook ya ass up like a steak on a plate, I ain't buying her sh*t, I just want thе headache
Who done told a young n*gga that this a free еstate?, had to slide on the lick, got a f*ckin' due date
Had to hide all the bricks, put the dope in the stain, had to stop hittin' sh*t cause them folks called the jakes
And these n*ggas be pocket watching, that's fasho
In the trap with this glick, in the trap with Jojo
So don't reach for my pockets, don't play bout my Locs, I was in the chain gang, I was locked in metro
How you say you gon' kill me but you a no show when I'm screaming, get down fool, and ya better lay low
I post up with the demons, I'm in the shadow and it's long live Tristan, long live Mexico
Y'all n*ggas cappin' talking 'bout that cha realer than me, man, y'all n*ggas ain't realer than me
Beat the dope out the parments so you n*ggas can see what I'm cooking, I'm trapping, I don't need a degree
Who the hell told you n*ggas that 40 was lost in the sea, shut the f*ck up, I'm tryna be me
Man, the rest of the dub, I'ma pull up and let that sh*t bleed
This a choice, I ain't gotta retreat
Y'all n*ggas be lying, I know y'all ain't with it my n*gga, it ain't hard to tell fake from the streets
Put a young n*gga down cause them folks wanna beef 'bout a tweet
Put them birds on they ass, make 'em tweet
For the people, that told my young n*gga, he gon' take a seat, f*ck the chain, I'm a dog in the streets
Keep the fye close by, I ain't goin out bad 'bout a heat, let the hoe stay the night and forgot I was deep
Drum baby hop out the mini van, foe grab the hidden man, air that b*tch out and skrt off like a hellcat
Foenem done caught 'em a body, no chit chat
50 band jugg off a hit for a Scat Pack
Y'all n*ggas snitching, y'all acting like mole rats
Ratatouille with the glizzy, I'm cooking batch
Y'all n*ggas pus*y, I know for a f*cking fact
Trap house jumping, don't come with yo f*cking gat
Keep you a rocket, a fye on yo f*ckin hip
EBG Gang popping out, tryna get you dipped
Flip a lil' crazy, he known for this killing sh*t
Flip a lil' dealer, he known for the trapping sh*t
Serve the whole block Sour Diesel then hit a lick
f*ck rap n*gga i die bout the dirty stick
Push up on you with a zip and hop out the lyft
pus*y ass n*gga, I know you not with the sh*ts
2019 b*tches going up, b*tch, I ain't have a home n*gga, I slept in a dome
Kilo keep carbon out, n*gga, I'm tryna get rich by the year and I'm staying alone
Y'all n*gga pus*y, how you even friends with them n*ggas, them n*ggas can't get off the phone
Got a lil b*tch and that hoe a lil' dummy, I made her thot out for the gang and I'm gone
Carbon out n*gga, y'all n*ggas ain't with it my n*gga, y'all n*ggas got hit up with triggers
Glizzy hop out with that 40. this sh*t can get dangerous. this n*gga is known as a killer
Y'all n*ggas lying, I beat the pot up like a savor and send that sh*t off to the dealer
These n*ggas weird as a b*tch and im just speakin fax when the hell did y'all start makin trillers
Take out the missile then reload my rocket thats why the young n*ggas wanna know 'bout my pockets
I reload the yoppas then take out ya socket, won't hang with no rappers, y'all n*ggas ain't solid
Y'all ass get to snitching, I'm takin ya wallet, them folks got to b*tchin', I aired out the 'paremnts
I pulled out my Carti's, I'm wet like a faucet, I took out my glizzy, I already c*cked it
I took out the blizzy, I already shot it, man, how the young n*ggas get out with a profit?
They know the Glokk40 hit list, he be oppin', ain't runnin' away if yo ass got a problem
Pull up with the plug and my PO be watching and I don't give a f*ck cause I'm mentally robbing
I stack my way in the trenches like a gauntlet, a trap star life in the back of the apartments (Y'all n*gga pus*y)