Home run

Fuck on her waist, see me at home, I wait with a baseball bat
I hit him with the pitcher strike, home run your ass
Run your pockets, run your change
Feel like a beggar with no plate,
Need some food, or some drugs, and some love to get hate

Hate on me, aid on me, hail me, do what you want
I don't care, it's your life, it's not mine, bruh,
Don't get involved
If you not finna stick up, mind your own business
And walk with your head down while I keep my head up
Yuh, we keep the bread up, we get the lead up

Ain't finna let her, just like baretta
Ain't got my cheddar, just got a letter
I'm getting better than all you hoes
SØUP GANG slice, down on you

Fuck around, you get poled
(Woah, yuh, huh)



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Writer(s): Jordan Golden
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