Goin’ Back Home lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, uh, I got drip— uh, uh
I got drip fare, uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
I got brick fare
I got drip fare, uh
I got brick fare
Pay for a b*tch hair
Uh-uh

[Chorus]
I'm tired of f*ckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home
I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's
I'm tired of swingin' the pole, b*tch, f*ck the famous hoes
They act like they don't know me and what the f*ck I'm famous for

[Post-Chorus]
I'm famous for trappin' the Bubba, uh, I'm famous for swingin' the cutter
I pull up and finger-f*ck her, might text her, but never f*ck her
A robber from out the city, I ran it up, I was trappin' Bubba
Robbin' half of the city, Boston always stayin' in trouble

[Verse 1]
That blicky got thе hiccups and when I blow it, that b*tch gon' stutter
Ain't sh*t, n*gga, we can fight, I'm bumpin' good likе D-Slugga
My Tahoe tinted up, comin' through like undercovers
I'll drop a mill' on your head, you f*ck off with my brother
I'm out here duckin' the feds, leave a hundred up on her bed
Ride with me like I got pegs, I'm cuttin' her off, she don't give head
I see it up in his eyes, boy, give me that blicky, your ass scared
I'm out here movin' swiftly, half of these opp-ass n*ggas on dead
I don't care if she got some followers, I'ma leave the lil' b*tch on read
Out here trappin' hella ice like I just jumped on a sled
Check out my neck, it's hella ice, I got that sh*t from trappin' meds
If she can't show a fifty ball, b*tch, get up out my bed
[Chorus]
I'm tired of f*ckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home
I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's
I'm tired of swingin' the pole, b*tch, f*ck the famous hoes
They act like they don't know me and what the f*ck I'm famous for

[Post-Chorus]
I'm famous for trappin' the Bubba, uh, I'm famous for swingin' the cutter
I pull up and finger-f*ck her, might text her, but never f*ck her
A robber from out the city, I ran it up, I was trappin' Bubba
Robbin' half of the city, Boston always stayin' in trouble

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, uh, woah, Kemosabe, big ballin', this my hobby
Before these n*gga was doin' 'Cats, I was runnin' up 'round the lobby
Before they got on Hellcats, I was whippin' a big body
If you don't like how I pop my sh*t, n*gga, we can hit 'bout it
That Tweetin' up on IG'll get a n*gga stick 'bout it
Uh, sayin' that, "Lil' Boston," last n*gga got flipped 'bout it
That sh*t up in my hand, ain't gotta come off the hip 'bout it
Playin' with the money'll get your ass killed 'bout it
Pull up, white and blue McLaren, Boston just f*cked on a Karen
Real f*ckin' pallbearin', why the f*ck is y'all starin'?
Get in the field and do some leg work like my name was Uncle Daren
Connect this b*tch like we on Bluetooth, me and her pairin'
[Chorus]
I'm tired of f*ckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home
I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's
I'm tired of swingin' the pole, b*tch, f*ck the famous hoes
They act like they don't know me and what the f*ck I'm famous for