Come Home

[Intro]
(Cracky on this bitch, nigga)
(YONKO, bitch)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Back on that road (Back on that road)
Back on that road, we doin' shows (Shows)
Pull up in Rolls (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got that blick, it get you blowed (Brr)
Flawless my diamonds, yeah
Yeah, this shit got my mouth cold (Got my mouth cold)
And I'm missin' my lil' brudda Slugga, yeah
They got him up that road (Got him up that road)
Mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Yeah, you like how I live (Like how I live)
I'm gettin' fried in the hills (Ooh, fried in the hills)
I'm tryna run up a mil' (Ooh, yeah)
Brand new gat, it'll get you whacked (Ooh)
And my niggas busy tryna get a sack (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm dressed up in all black (Ooh)
Masked up, tryna get a hat (Ooh)
In that Maybach, sittin' back to back (Back)
We got choppers in this Cadillac (Ooh, yeah)
Yeah, them bullets stab you, lookin' like a tat (Ooh)
Pockets Peter Griffin, yeah, them bitches fat (Ooh, yeah, mh-mh-mh)
Please, come home (Home)
Drugs got me in my zone (Zone)
Yeah, I'ma have to hit you back (Ooh, I'ma have to hit you)
I don't feel like bein' on the phone (Yeah, phone)

[Verse]
I ain't wanna do you wrong (Cracky on this bitch, nigga)
I ain't lie when I said you real
Ass is fat and it look dumb (Ooh-oh)
DND on my phone (Ohh-oh, DND on my phone)
Tell 'em, "Pull up on a bird"
Yeah, and I'm with that work, tryna get some syrup
I'ma mix the drank up with the Percs (Ooh)
See me in the field, clutchin' on a burst (Ooh, ooh)
Throw the money in the air (Ooh)
Watch them bitches fall, they gon' twerk (Yeah)
I'm the one that put in work (Yeah)
I'm the one that put you in the dirt (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Back on that road (Back on that road)
Back on that road, we doin' shows (Shows)
Pull up in Rolls (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got that blick, it get you blowed (Brr)
Flawless my diamonds, yeah
Yeah, this shit got my mouth cold (Yeah, this shit got my mouth cold)
And I'm missin' my lil' brudda Slugga, yeah
They got him up that road (Got him up that road)
Mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Yeah, you like how I live (Like how I live)
I'm gettin' fried in the hills (Ooh, fried in the hills)
I'm tryna run up a mil' (Ooh, yeah)
Brand new gat, it'll get you whacked (Ooh)
And my niggas busy tryna get a sack (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm dressed up in all black (Ooh)
Masked up, tryna get a hat (Ooh)
In that Maybach, sittin' back to back (Back)
We got choppers in this Cadillac (Yeah)
Yeah, them bullets stab you, lookin' like a tat (Ooh)
Pockets Peter Griffin, yeah, them bitches fat (Woah, ooh, yeah, mh-mh-mh)
Please, come home (Home)
Drugs got me in my zone (Zone)
Yeah, I'ma have to hit you back (Ooh, I'ma have to hit you)
I don't feel like bein' on the phone (Yeah, phone)