Come Home - YFG FATSO.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Mosley Jr.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ashton Martin
[00:11.850] (Darknet)
[00:26.390] Yeah, look, look
[00:27.650] I'm raw with the paper count, know how to stack this shit
[00:29.990] Nigga, that's your ho, you the one claim her, you see me with her, her back be bent
[00:33.230] I don't do Xans, remember the shit that I need, tryin' not to relapse and shit
[00:36.690] I was in Cali, ain't nobody know, I went out with the bros, I was ****in' my active bitch
[00:40.240] Feelin' like Sosa in '12, I'm drowsy as hell, tell 'em provide Actavis
[00:43.790] We slide up like a snail, put shit on like nails, rap nigga, but'll clap your shit
[00:47.250] I hate a thot ho gettin' too loose out her lips, I be ready to smack a bitch
[00:50.540] Shoot first, ask shit later, his eyes rolled back, it's complete, we wrappin' shit
[00:54.180] Okay, slight 50, that's on a bad day, trench shit, I grew up the bad way
[00:57.470] I used to be outside hangin' in gangways, really didn't care what my dad say
[01:00.850] He was locked up really, so we had to talk through a phone, shit resulted in a bad case
[01:04.260] Livin' life on the edge and I ain't wanna beg, had to hustle to make it the fast way
[01:07.760] Okay, standin' outside on the block for a Glock and some J, **** a cash day
[01:10.950] They kids look up to me, guess I'm an idol, don't drop out of school, take the math way
[01:14.470] I committed myself, deleted my feelings too young, so in it the bad way
[01:17.830] Lighters flickin', the pastor just want us repentin', but we still sinnin' like every day
[01:21.390] R.I.P. to the dead, it's a church day, funeral, nightmare, birthdays
[01:24.740] Green in my pocket three-sixty-five, Earth day, shake this bitch up, start earthquakes
[01:27.760] We runnin' this ho like a game on the floor, I bet he won't step out on the turf way
[01:31.250] I don't listen to many, it's all in my head and myself, but I'm clear on what Durk say
[01:34.690] He a dead bitch talkin', a dead bitch walkin', I bet he end up with a hearse play
[01:38.040] 'Hursday, feel tight, clappin' shit up the worst way, now he lay up with a hearse day
[01:41.330] Tryna let a bitch breathe and don't stay on her back, she gon' take that lil' room, it's twerk space
[01:44.750] I ain't regrettin' shit, maybe they done forget how I get in this cup with a Smurk face
[01:48.210] Real street nigga, built up the rank, everybody know Go in the city
[01:51.390] I got money in a safe, so do what I say, so I tell 'em reap out the city
[01:54.780] Gassin' him up, dissed us, nigga died next day, how he went out, a beautiful killin'
[01:58.030] I had dude and them number, you wanna be real, I did not want the internet in it
[02:01.440] Crazy, I beef with internet bitches
[02:03.030] Yellin' on live, folks internet snitchin'
[02:04.820] Broad day, jumpin' out cars, strap clickin'
[02:06.600] Killin' opp hos if they play 'cause they with it
[02:08.220] Strike mode, BLW missin'
[02:09.830] First nigga dropped, "How you know?" I was with him
[02:11.580] I can't say a lot 'bout what happened on Winston
[02:13.250] That's dumb as ****, might as well plea at a district
[02:14.930] Too many opps, they're created players, switched blocks, I do not wanna kick it, I'm chillin'
[02:18.320] Stay have to watch every nigga that come around hot, if you reach for my diamonds, trilly
[02:21.790] Still in the box, but I'm out with my ankle on lock, I guess they ain't that dumb, they feel it
[02:25.100] Kill every opp, if your homie a rat, get him dropped, 88 don't indulge in snitchin'
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