Home Alone
(God damn, IV)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (phew)
Let's go
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) is it doing the scale?
(Uh, yeah) alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh (word), uh (word)
Uh, uh, uh (word, word)
This the life I choose (life I choose)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (wipe his nose)
I'ma get you gone (get 'em gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas), and its stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
We got lots of straps, I double tap to get you gone (grrah)
Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (word, word)
Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (mobile phones)
They ran in lil' Sleeper's spot, bitch, that's the wrong home (wrong home)
Cuz popped a bean backwards, eyes look like honeycomb (honeycomb)
And I got mob ties (mob ties) like I'm Honeycomb (mob ties)
And I got mob ties (mob ties) like I'm Al Capone (mob ties)
These niggas McDonald's fries (Huh? Huh?)
A dollar just to get 'em gone (that's on my mama)
A cop can't ask me for ID (word), I am not the driver (driver)
Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I'm a slider (slider)
Bitch, I'm sendin' dreads, turn all my niggas into riders (riders)
Fell in love with the Grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Crip)
Face shot leave him no ID like restricted callers (callers)
Really don't beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (bloggers)
2014, I was bangin' set (Crip, Crip, Crip), a .40 in my joggers
I swear them niggas didn't wanna see me in that Impala
On Crip, nigga (facts)
This the life I choose (yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
I'ma get you gone (get you gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
This the life I choose (yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
I'ma get you gone (get you gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
What? What?
Home Alone
What? What?
Get 'em gone
Off a phone
At his dome
What is wrong with these pussy-ass niggas?
Ha, ha
Clay, clay, clay, clay, clay
Yessir
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Big Bloc
Fah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (phew)
Let's go
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) is it doing the scale?
(Uh, yeah) alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh (word), uh (word)
Uh, uh, uh (word, word)
This the life I choose (life I choose)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (wipe his nose)
I'ma get you gone (get 'em gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas), and its stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
We got lots of straps, I double tap to get you gone (grrah)
Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (word, word)
Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (mobile phones)
They ran in lil' Sleeper's spot, bitch, that's the wrong home (wrong home)
Cuz popped a bean backwards, eyes look like honeycomb (honeycomb)
And I got mob ties (mob ties) like I'm Honeycomb (mob ties)
And I got mob ties (mob ties) like I'm Al Capone (mob ties)
These niggas McDonald's fries (Huh? Huh?)
A dollar just to get 'em gone (that's on my mama)
A cop can't ask me for ID (word), I am not the driver (driver)
Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I'm a slider (slider)
Bitch, I'm sendin' dreads, turn all my niggas into riders (riders)
Fell in love with the Grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Crip)
Face shot leave him no ID like restricted callers (callers)
Really don't beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (bloggers)
2014, I was bangin' set (Crip, Crip, Crip), a .40 in my joggers
I swear them niggas didn't wanna see me in that Impala
On Crip, nigga (facts)
This the life I choose (yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
I'ma get you gone (get you gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
This the life I choose (yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
I'ma get you gone (get you gone)
22 for this exotic (gas, gas) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
What? What?
Home Alone
What? What?
Get 'em gone
Off a phone
At his dome
What is wrong with these pussy-ass niggas?
Ha, ha
Clay, clay, clay, clay, clay
Yessir
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Big Bloc
Fah
Credits
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Baker, James Franklin Spencer Iv
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