Aunty
I was leavin on a jet plane
But im back
Baby im home
Home is where the heart is
But my heart's a fuckin bomb
These snitches need stitches
They aint fully grown
They testing me
Hatin like I fucked their bitch
(I prollyy did)
Sticks and stones
what you want for dessert?
Bitch I am the cherry pie
I was down I was hurt
Chicken wings imma fly
I bet you didn't think
I'd be back for the win
Learnin aint conforming
Bitch I'm coming for the kill
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Ya'll be sitting on a fence
Thinkin you the plug
It don't matter what you think of me
Im still gon fuck shit up
International
Call this pussy irrational
Middle finger up for anyone who tryina shake me down
Soulja boy in his hopes
Watch me crank that carpet roll
Beat me up and tear me down
I got no time for time for these hoes
You can be a mediocre man
But they finna lift you up
Change yo diaper
They gon fuckin wife ya
Even if you suck
Grown ass bitch
I don't need to be coddled
With your fake ass bros
I aint even bothered
Tired of this shit
Real world aint a mosh pit
Who you tryina impress
Boy don't at me
Lemme find my fucks to give
I thinks I lost em
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
But im back
Baby im home
Home is where the heart is
But my heart's a fuckin bomb
These snitches need stitches
They aint fully grown
They testing me
Hatin like I fucked their bitch
(I prollyy did)
Sticks and stones
what you want for dessert?
Bitch I am the cherry pie
I was down I was hurt
Chicken wings imma fly
I bet you didn't think
I'd be back for the win
Learnin aint conforming
Bitch I'm coming for the kill
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Ya'll be sitting on a fence
Thinkin you the plug
It don't matter what you think of me
Im still gon fuck shit up
International
Call this pussy irrational
Middle finger up for anyone who tryina shake me down
Soulja boy in his hopes
Watch me crank that carpet roll
Beat me up and tear me down
I got no time for time for these hoes
You can be a mediocre man
But they finna lift you up
Change yo diaper
They gon fuckin wife ya
Even if you suck
Grown ass bitch
I don't need to be coddled
With your fake ass bros
I aint even bothered
Tired of this shit
Real world aint a mosh pit
Who you tryina impress
Boy don't at me
Lemme find my fucks to give
I thinks I lost em
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
Shiiii im in the zone
Yeah I do it on my own
Makin talent to money
Call me aunty
Call me moms
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Writer(s): Shubham Raghav
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