Home Run

Текст песни Midwxst - Home Run

We need to cook

Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run
I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone
And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn

I told that bitch, "get out my phone," no, I won't respond
New Benz, gon' crash it out
Told the opps, "nigga, look at me now"
Know my brodie gon' air it out

New link wan' head to town
Boxfest, we smoking pounds
Can't let my family down
Standing up, not standing down
Know the silencer make no sound, yeah

Bitch, I am the one, wrap your head around the truth
Tryna find out what's the problem, bitch, we tryna get to that root
And my brother pulled that ruger out, that bitch gon' bust and shoot
Got some money now, so gon' put them diamonds on my tooth, yeah

Gettin' that green like Peter Pan
Fans pull up and they fill the stands
Said he wan' slide, nigga, get your mans
Walk in the club and I blow ten grand
Girl at my crib, yeah, she my masseuse

Dumping that body, not leaving no clue
That nigga cappin', not telling the truth
I told her, "shake it," she movin' them glutes
I make a hit when I walk in the booth

I cannot fuck with a nigga named
I got some brothers, that's only a few
Feel like I'm joeyy, I shoot out the roof
Shoutout to quinn, still stay with the troops
Shoutout to Wido, know my niggas cool

Diamonds on me, and they shine like a pool
Callin' up Dami and he sayin', "bool"
She wanna come spent the night (on God), I'm finna take her inside
Ten bands? That's some' light (on God), making that shit every night
And I don't care bout' no tag (on God), nigga, just tell me that price
And the choppa gon' say farewell (on God), gonna wish that boy bye-bye

Nigga wan' count me out, well, bitch, I'm here to stay
Camo on me, that Bape
One-thirty on my dash
Nigga know that we speedin' all up on that interstate

Walk in that party and that bitch finna get it jumpin'
I ain't ever come to play
Let my brodie know, and we gon' really get to dumping
Like I'm Zuko with the flame

Gotta make sure your people good and your circle small
Niggas move like snakes
Better make sure that love genuine 'fore you're in too deep
'Fore it's too late

Gotta make sure that my family good
Touch down in the Chi' and I hit lil' Jake
If he got popped, put boy in a wood
Gonna smoke that pack 'til the shit in the face

Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run
I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone
And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn
I told that bitch, "Get out my phone," no, I won't respond

Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run
I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone
And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn
I told that bitch, "get out my phone," no, I won't respond
(Yeah, yeah)