Nobody's Home

Shoutout to Faygo, 'cause we finna knock at your door
We hit him once, then he drop to the floor
Bullets go through his apartment
But I was so sad to see that ain't nobody home
I don't fuck with you, so stop calling me
Don't fuck with you, so stop calling my phone
You broke my heart, girl you doing me wrong
But these niggas mad because my money long (One and only)

Not Lil Tecca, but I'm finna do it again
Fucking two hoes, man, I think that they twins
They like 600, where the fuck you been?
Stacking my money, it don't make no sense
All of these labels, they hittin' my phone
This all I wanted ever since a kid
Fuck-nigga talking, we gettin' him gone
So much water on me, you'd think I got a fin

Money it comin' in abundance
I've been goin' up, so it's just been a hell of a year
Man I've been hot like the summer
Turnin' up with gang, man, I just got a call from Zack Bia
She eat me up like a pizzeria
Slide with my choppa, onomatopoeia
I kick the ho out like her fuckin' lease up
Cuffin' these hundreds, man, it's time to re-up
That nigga owin' me bread, pay up
My niggas shoot for the score, lay up
600 stand for the shock like a taser
She must be dumb if she think I'ma chase her
.30 goin' to his head like a razer
She is a ho, you know I cannot save her
Want me to drop, they callin' me savior
Niggas be snakes, so I don't act too famous
That nigga get knocked down
If you try touchin' mine
They ask me how I'm doin'
Well I'm doin' fine
You is not the gang, boy
You is not my slime
They like "When you gon' blow up?"
I said just give me time, let's go

Not Lil Tecca, but I'm finna do it again
Fucking two hoes, man, I think that they twins
They like 600, where the fuck you been?
Stacking my money, it don't make no sense
All of these labels, they hittin' my phone
This all I wanted ever since a kid
Fuck-nigga talking, we gettin' him gone
So much water on me, you'd think I got a fin
Not Lil Tecca, but I'm finna do it again
Fucking two hoes, man, I think that they twins
They like 600, where the fuck you been?
Stacking my money, it don't make no sense
All of these labels, they hittin' my phone
This all I wanted ever since a kid
Fuck-nigga talking, we gettin' him gone
So much water on me, you'd think I got a fin



Credits
Writer(s): Namil Bridges, Semaj Nelson
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