HOME ALONE
Turn my headphones up (Honorable CNOTE)
Ha, snott
Got this pretty little thing on my phone
Let me pull up when she home alone
So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up
I be kicking down all the doors
And she pull up with nothing on
And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah
I said the whip or the chain two-tone
Crab, steak, or filet mignon
'Cause she love what the gang be on
(Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah
Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough
Drink more, we ain't dranking enough
Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough
Oh yeah
This not lean, this Henny
Baby, come eat this dick, get plenty
I got racks now, baby, it's easy
Pop that pussy for a nigga that's winning
These fuck niggas keep fiending
Fuck that shit, shawty pulled up
Just fucked that shit
Niggas be faking, who does that shit?
Who does that shit? Who does that shit?
I might just run up a check on 'em
Get that ho to show no respect
Baby take nut, not no acorn
I love how she throwing it back
Yeah, pretty lil' thang, no thongs
Got big-ass on my bone
She feel like she on the throne, oh yeah
Yeah
Got this pretty little thing on my phone
Let me pull up when she home alone
So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up
I be kicking down all the doors
And she pull up with nothing on
And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah
I said the whip or the chain two-tone
Crab, steak, or filet mignon
'Cause she love what the gang be on
(Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah
Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough
Drink more, we ain't dranking enough
Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough
Oh yeah
Girl, how many licks would it take for you to
Get to the center of a Tootsie Roll
I wanna know
My chopper long as the leg of Meg Thee
Stallion and this bitch wanna drive the boat
I make her new nigga old news
And I get whatever's in her
Mouth like pro tooth
Lil' baby checking thermometers
Snotty Nose loose
Money doesn't grow on trees but
I bet it fall through
Wait, when you sucking
You speaking into the mic
Her freaky soul just wanting to earn stripes
We never sober whether dark or light
It's either Yola or purple sprite (Lean)
I'm like a loaded hit ready to snipe
(I'm locked)
I hit the target, hit the bullseye (Blatt)
And you know I didn't have to try (I didn't)
Meet me at the door before I'm outside
Got this pretty little thing on my phone
Let me pull up when she home alone
So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up
I be kicking down all the doors
And she pull up with nothing on
And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah
I said the whip or the chain two-tone
Crab, steak, or filet mignon
'Cause she love what the gang be on
(Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah
Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough
Drink more, we ain't dranking enough
Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough
Oh yeah