With the Homies (feat. Storm Fernandes)

Trashing the hotel room like what's a deposit?
Might've lost it, the fucking living room's demolished
Drunk pilot, only captain in this cockpit
Heavy eyelids and I ain't thinking about stoppage
Set up the budget target and watch me skyrocket past it
Like I got holes in my pockets
It's downtown views and birthday suits
And girl's flying solo, their boyfriends ain't got a clue
All I need is some juice
A cute girl, preferably with short hair too
Preferably as short as my patience is
As I'm patiently waiting to rip rappers out like a pancreas
But that's old news baby lets not remanence
Get faded girl and forget who you came with
Swimming in the alcohol like I've got a pair of gills
Knocking shots back like I'm aiming for their chins

You out with your girls? Bring em through, shit what am I doing?
I'm just chilling with the homies
It's a party so ya'll better come through
And bring a friend or two just to kick it with the homies
You out with your girls? Bring em through, shit what am I doing?
I'm just chilling with the homies
Ain't really a party till you come through
And bring a friend or two just to kick it with the homies

The wrinkles round my eyelids?
It's the mileage to the whiskey I've been pilling
I'm not a pilot, I've been drinking, I've been driving
Seeing double sipping doubles now I'm sliding
Through these smoke filled rooms
She's here and she's brought friends too
Knew they'd come through cause my whole crew cute
Our drinks are bottomless, we keep the guest list the opposite
Ain't no stopping this, last calls? just approximate
We slayed shows now we're bruising up our livers
With straight pours, ain't no juicing down the liquor
We save those who've been cruising with the quitters
Their best night of worst decisions, that's a given
With millions in our pockets our sobriety is broke
Got them farm giddy when meet this city's GOATS
First they spilling on our fit, then they takin off their clothes
Now they cutting of their phones like anything goes

You out with your girls? Bring em through, shit what am I doing?
I'm just chilling with the homies
It's a party so ya'll better come through
And bring a friend or two just to kick it with the homies
You out with your girls? Bring em through, shit what am I doing?
I'm just chilling with the homies
Aint really a party till you come through
And bring a friend or two just to kick it with the homies



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Writer(s): Storm Fernandes
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