Homesick

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayo, Ashton C, turn this motherfucker up) [Chorus] Brother been bando livin' so long, when he leave, he gets so homesick I ain't tryna brag, but I ain't tryna be calm, I know you see that motion This pole, it turn some niggas dancers, always on some ho shit This type of murder they doing, can't practice, hop out, start unloadin' I call it a cougar, this four-fifth You call him a shooter, ain't pop shit Got all this water on, still on hot shit Got two of them Marnis and I'm still gon' buy it I'm still out lurkin', you still ain't slide since You love I'm a rapper, you ain't know I was out wrappin' shit Maybach Benz and it match my fit Whole lot of hundred thousands spent [Verse] You started teasin', I started flirtin' (Ooh) You just tryna be with me, I'm just tryna be with you It's only 'cause you by my side, they said you was fine You know I make more than a dub, my bitch bad, a dime It's murder, we made our bet (Murder) You ho and ain't know your bet (Yeah, for real) All night,, been thuggin', can't find my home Quick to snatch your stick, can't find your pole I watched my brother turn the butter to dough Do you know the feeling when there's blood on the floor? Know the feeling when the feds at the door? Know the feeling when your mans in the phone? I'm off jigga, so high, but get me a lo' I know we both in the field, but nigga, nah, we ain't similar 'Cause we had that same struggle, you thought you felt me now? And we ain't just had that mask for nothin', we shottas Brother dropped your brother, be mad at us, love Gravediggin' made 'em popular Better take off your clothes and put on some merch Switches in the club like, "Fuck the search" Four thousands and some ones, got niggas who drill for that I might gotta pop up at your door, girl, I'm the mailman We just send shots blocks away, still waitin' to hear back (Hear back) [Chorus] Brother been bando livin' so long, when he leave, he get so homesick (Bando livin') I ain't tryna brag but I ain't tryna be calm, I know you see that motion This pole, it turn some niggas dancers, always on some ho shit This type of murder they doing, can't practice, hop out, start unloadin' (Murder) I call it a cougar, this four-fifth You call him a shooter, ain't pop shit Got all this water on, still on hot shit Got two of them Marnis and I'm still gon' buy it I'm still out lurkin', you still ain't slide since You love I'm a rapper, you ain't know I was out wrappin' shit Maybach Benz and it match my fit Whole lot of hundred thousands spent (Thousands spent) [Outro] Southside shit, man Long live my bloodies, long live all my bloodies Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 17, 17