Come Home lyrics

I'm smokin’ straight gas, gelato, b*tch, my lungs strong
I miss my old hoe, I tell my b*tch to come home
And all these b*tches hatin', they ain't nobody, they unknown
I don’t even know that b*tch and what she did so but I do not condone it

No, I don't condone it
I got one, two, three, four bands yeah, I'm gettin' motion
Yeah, b*tch, I'm numb to the pain, I'm takin' oxycodone
Yeah, white rims, b*tch, I dipped my whip in candy-coating
I need a chemist for this drink, I'm drinkin’ deadly potions
Yeah, baby, I just wanna f*ck while you gon’ get emotions
Oh, yeah, these guns I'm totin’, huh, lil' twinn, just keep on goin'
Blow up like an explosion, huh, bullets gon' rip your colon
Carrots on me just like a snowman

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
b*tch I’m smokin' gelato, b*tch, I'm sippin' this henny, straight to the bottle
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, causе she bad like a model, b*tch, I'm sеrvin' these packs, yeah I'm servin' Lovato
sh*t gettin' old, b*tch they old like a fossil
I shoot at his leg, then he start to wobble, I pull out the Glock, get hit with a hollow

I'm pushin' the hemi, I'm hittin' the throttle
Your b*tch is a eater, that b*tch tryna gobble, get hit in his sh*t if he acting hostile
Shoot at his head so you won't see tomorrow, yeah