[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
(Lonis on this)
Ayy, I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, where all the good bitches go? I see 'em glorifyin' fake shit
And I'm too quick to cut the head off a snake bitch
What's crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (You gotta lay in)
You just bend on blade shit, I won't say shit
The way she keep blowin' up my phone make me hate this bitch
I'm on the road, not at home chasin' pape' and shit
If she is not in her bag, I gotta shake this bitch
I just left the mall, copped some Louis with some Bape and shit
[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
If you wanna jump in your bag, you gotta take a risk
Nigga, all I gotta do is slick talk or I won't pape' and shit
I can't worry 'bout what you want if it don't make me rich
I'm an ugly nigga with a bad bitch like Lilo and Stitch
Add me up, bitch, these diamonds on my chains cost a few bricks
Bitch, watch me run that bag up like I got two kicks
Stop makin' all them diss songs, I don't know who dude this
Shit fun and games until we figure out where dude live
It's all fun and games until we figure out where dude stay
Ridin' 'round in that old-ass Benz, you need some new brakes
Thirty shots, two-plus-three Gen Glock keep a nigga safe
But in my section, they say stay dangerous 'cause we break safes
In my section, better be on tip, tie your shoelace
(Thirty shots, two-plus-three Gen Glock keep a nigga safe
Ridin' 'round in that old-ass Benz, you need some new brakes
But in my section, they say stay dangerous 'cause we break safes)
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, where did all the good bitches go? I see 'em glorifyin' fake shit
And I'm too quick to cut the head off a snake bitch
What's crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (You gotta lay in)
You just bend on blade shit, I won't say shit
The way she keep blowin' up my phone make me hate this bitch
I'm on the road, not at home chasin' pape' and shit
If she is not in her bag, I gotta shake this bitch
I just left the mall, copped some Louis with some Bape and shit
[Verse 2: Big Sad 1900]
Hot nigga, I can't argue with you, I'd block niggas
If I catch you leakin' in the streets, then I'ma pop niggas (Yeah)
Louis 'fit cost seven thousand, you can spot niggas
Goin' out soft about a bitch none of my niggas
I just count a hundred while you niggas makin' diss songs
Runnin' red lights in the 'Vette and my wrist blown
You a broke bitch and your nigga broke, get on
Woke up out my sleep, broke a ho and put my kicks on (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, bitch, hell nah
Always knew I'd be a star and I tried to tell y'all
They ain't never said my name and it was bell calls
Tellin' brother that I love cuz through a jail call (I love you, nigga)
I'm prayin' that I could come across a good bitch
Still pretty, still smart, that's my lil' hood bitch
I got the 40 in the party and I wish they would trip
Yeah, I knew her brother, this her mother that I live, nigga
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, where did all the good bitches go? I see 'em glorifyin' fake shit
And I'm too quick to cut the head off a snake bitch
What's crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (You gotta lay in)
You just bend on blade shit, I won't say shit
The way she keep blowin' up my phone make me hate this bitch
I'm on the road, not at home chasin' pape' and shit
If she is not in her bag, I gotta shake this bitch
I just left the mall, copped some Louis with some Bape and shit
Not at Home was written by DB.Boutabag & Big Sad 1900 & Lonis (Producer).
Not at Home was produced by Lonis (Producer).
DB.Boutabag released Not at Home on Fri Jul 25 2025.