Yeah yeah are you home fam Shit you on the roads damn Yeah yeah are you home fam Remember when we used to chill and smoke weed I was a youngn used to think you was an OG When it was beef we used to dress in black hold heat Tryin to make it thru the rain on these cold streets You know the road, you know the code, you know you dont speak But you told and ratted on your co-ds So for that you forget that you know me You will never have a home back in stone b We dont condoning that we dont condoning rats Nah nope therell never be a home for that Matter of fact pussy hold ya strap go and blow your own brains on ya lap Rat tat pussy tat tat pussy straps back pussy Cos you got caught up in the rat-trap pussy So on the real we dont feel for snakes We ride birds we dont deal with jakes and thats that pussy Are you alone fam? Yeah your on ya own dan Are you home fam? Shit on your on the road damn Are you alone fam? Yeah ya on your own dan Are you home fam? Shit ya on the road damn
The partys over you dont look so good You turned snitch now you dont look so hood You turned bitch you probly should tek wood Youre cutie ya life should get took Im too street for ya half way crooks Get guilty and try and pass they book Spill beans cos they asking7 shook Real Gs go and read that book Ya feel me snitch, eediat poof Grass the gun blast cos you speak on the hood Raar the gun blast blast cos you speak on ya endz How could you even go and speak on ya friends Youre a prick fam click bang bet they keep on ya tens Run hide better keep from the endz Dumb guy we cant reason again Dumb lies got you leaving the pen Youre a snitch cos ya speaking to them I cant lie cant even pretend Its click clack when I see you with skengz You get nabbed if we see u in endz Fuck spider, police bwoy, you hear that fuck spider!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
