Home Alone

Think me messing with the wrong liquor
Got me lil' blurry and stuff
What I'm gone do with the Ms.?
Both say "god damn it, where my folk at"
Think we locked positions
Gone stumble out the spot because he waiting with my fishy

I'm breaking salt, leave ya chitter chat
I got a suture you could split to put ya fingers at
Yeah, I was squiggling on her 'cuz it was super fat
Gone get some yummy off the bop but not gone break a stack

Like what you gonna do?
If they bone you?
Lookin' a straggler, coming out with me whole crew
Bitch, I uh show you
Just what the chrome do
If they wan' tattle, I'ma catch 'еm home alone, fool

That's the problеm with all you motherfuckers
Shit, I get to mine
Like, speak to me? For what?

Uh huh, Lil' Bobo tryna snap
Lil' crocodile toe with something yummy in the back
Lil' Hermes loafer, that's whatever - I don't need ya ass
I talk brains on the floor, gimme some of that (yeah)

You ain't moving with the click
I don't really know ya shit
So don't hold ya breath, bitch
You not gettin' close to this
Yep, it's called a boundary
Tell you how it's bout to be
Don't like how it's sounding
Get these boys from round me