I HATE HOME

I hate home, nigga, the fuck
I ain’t never comin’ home
You ain’t never, ever, ever gon’ get ya bitch back, the fuck?
Fuck out my face ho

Cocaine ones, nigga callin’ me his dope girl
Ignoring all his calls, got him blowin’ up my homegirls
Told a nigga if he wanna top me, make my toes curl
I been acting bad all Summer, it’s the ho world

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate homе

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hatе home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Woke up in the mornin’, had to get the fuck up out of there
He lookin’ for me, I’m outside, that nigga, he ain’t mine
Your baby daddy on Facetime, keep talkin’ bout your baby crying
We done hit the streets again, we like niggas with sentences
Acting like a girl and shit, got too many bitch tendencies
Want me in the house, you gotta give me the same energy
Don’t let no nigga tell you nothing bad about me, he hurt
You can block me all you want, but you still ate it out my skirt
(Pussy)

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Man, shut up and buy a bag bitch a Birkin or two
You at home, we outside acting bad, I hate that for you
Don’t act like your nigga put up, I’ll take that from you
See, that’s what happen when a young bitch got more paper than you
(Huhhhh?)
Middle of the Summer, I can make that temperature go down
Nigga ain’t tryna let me out the house, it’s gettin’ tore down
Big Dess
Bet not tempt that, I put that check first
The way I keep it pushin’, known for makin’ that nigga chest hurt

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, nigga, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no nigga, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

(Outro)
We hate home nigga, we ain’t ever coming motherfuckin’ home bitch
Pack yo motherfuckin’ bags hoe, you ain’t never comin’ back on my mama