Hometown
I'm 'bout to go go to Benihana and eat good, we in a Mag' (zero)
What? Come on (this thing messed up)
Don't-don't you see they're rakin' this money? Let's go
We outta here, we outta here, we're goin' to Benihana, I'm hungry
We got money, we in the Mag'
We doin' good (let's go)
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown, never slow down
If they didn't know then, bet these niggas know now
Like a stage outside, boy, I'm finna show out
Whoa now, 50 niggas when it's time to roll out
Speeding through the red light (speeding through the red light)
Shawty got her phone out picturing the fast life
I'ma get 'em jumpin' in the summer like the gas price
Show 'em what a young nigga act like (act like, act like)
It's a war outside
It's a new drop-top two-door outside
It's 12 keep fucking with the swarm outside
Jump back 'fore we bring a couple more outside, alright (alright)
Slide to the spot, no time 'cause the opps 'bout 12 blocks down
Niggas like, "What's that sound?"
Everybody (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Everybody
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, Westside
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, aye (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, Westside
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, aye
Lotta niggas talked to me sideways, aye
Still pulled the coupe out the driveway, aye
You gon' treat a runner like Beyonce, aye
Chilli cheese on top of the fries date, aye
I don't think they ready when I pull up in the Chevy
I been huntin' for the fetti, I been chilling in my Fendi
Shorty tryna keep me steady, when I pull up to the setty
Everybody gettin' (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Eastside, I don't need a street sign, Westside story as a teen
I ran through the jungle and I got a stripe each time
Them late nights turned me to a beast now
Got 12 CEOs on speed dial
That's a dub for the fam and the team now
You can tell by the drive from the D-Town
Now I'm something that these niggas wanna see
When I'm rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown)
What? Come on (this thing messed up)
Don't-don't you see they're rakin' this money? Let's go
We outta here, we outta here, we're goin' to Benihana, I'm hungry
We got money, we in the Mag'
We doin' good (let's go)
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown, never slow down
If they didn't know then, bet these niggas know now
Like a stage outside, boy, I'm finna show out
Whoa now, 50 niggas when it's time to roll out
Speeding through the red light (speeding through the red light)
Shawty got her phone out picturing the fast life
I'ma get 'em jumpin' in the summer like the gas price
Show 'em what a young nigga act like (act like, act like)
It's a war outside
It's a new drop-top two-door outside
It's 12 keep fucking with the swarm outside
Jump back 'fore we bring a couple more outside, alright (alright)
Slide to the spot, no time 'cause the opps 'bout 12 blocks down
Niggas like, "What's that sound?"
Everybody (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown, hometown), yeah
This is how it goes down (goes down, goes down, goes down), yeah
Everybody
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, Westside
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, aye (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, Westside
Eastside, Westside, Eastside, aye
Lotta niggas talked to me sideways, aye
Still pulled the coupe out the driveway, aye
You gon' treat a runner like Beyonce, aye
Chilli cheese on top of the fries date, aye
I don't think they ready when I pull up in the Chevy
I been huntin' for the fetti, I been chilling in my Fendi
Shorty tryna keep me steady, when I pull up to the setty
Everybody gettin' (drop, drop, drop, drop)
Eastside, I don't need a street sign, Westside story as a teen
I ran through the jungle and I got a stripe each time
Them late nights turned me to a beast now
Got 12 CEOs on speed dial
That's a dub for the fam and the team now
You can tell by the drive from the D-Town
Now I'm something that these niggas wanna see
When I'm rollin' through my hometown (hometown, hometown)
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Writer(s): James Alex Allen Iv
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