When I’m Home

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) [Verse 1] I be wantin' to leave this shit alone but I'm just too deep Bitches tell the internet, these niggas tell the police I'll go and kill myself before I let you ho me Hit hard, move in silence, shout out to the OGs Seven million, lost that just in Baccarat alone Know I smell good, I don't wear no Baccarat cologne I'm a money magnet, this shit gon' be comin' when I'm gone My Atlanta bitch, we only be talkin' when I'm home I'm a savage, gotta know I know you fuckin' when I'm gone Blow shit down forreal, ain't doin' no huffin' and puffin' on no songs Real rockstar, 7 in the mornin' gettin' stoned [Lotta gambling?], he don't know enough, he gettin' boned These ain't lab diamonds, my shit outta the mud, these real stones Brodie down the road, he done ran it up from sellin' phones Got two hundred bands, tryna find a lawyer to get him home Told him I'ma match it, that's four hundred thousand, someone gotta have it Ain't been in the spot in five years and it's still trappin' Safe to say if I ain't get a deal I'll be still trappin' Glad I got a chance to see the world and I adapted to it Dolla took his cash, invest in business, look like he rappin' too I was in the spot tryna get off for shit, that's all I knew I am not gon' cry 'cause you don't fuck with me, the feelings mutual Still leavin' a stain inside my city, you remember crucial Twenty thousand dollars only Monday Go in Magic spend a fourty, I just made this shit Sunday They ain't really throwin' shit, they bluffin', niggas pump fakin' Feel like I'm at best when shit get hard, but I'm a crunch baby I been doin' my thing since back in school, from the mid to the lunch lady [Chorus] Mama showed me never show my hand Most of these niggas need ass whoopings Overseas, got my feet in the sand Women claiming me who can't get a chance [Verse 2] Put bitches on Delta, they fly back with the cash I put bro in position but he'll get on your ass though Better not fall for no ho who ready to go when the bag low Seen Lil Yolo rob the same store and then put a mask on I been all around the globe, hittin' and duckin' the task force I come straight from out the westend, the stamps on the passports Fully coverage when I get involved, they know where to crash for It ain't funny, I done been a dog, the fuck I'ma laugh for? Seen some rich niggas lose it all, the fuck I'ma brag for? Well I ain't trippin', if this shit get hard, that's what the bag for She in love with you, she love me too, is that what you mad for? Brodie told me don't let off the gas, my foot in the dashboard SF90, that's a [spider?], that's a step up from last time Never chillin 'round, we in and out, I'm stuck on a cash run Nigga really loved me, could've spanked you, but you get a pass bro Showin' niggas what's the better route to go on the last ho Know they want me to fall off, I move cautious Told my PR, "Don't put me on the Forbes list" It's gon' cost to play, make sure you can afford this I'm the same way, don't matter if I'm poor or rich It's a hundred thousand dollars in my mouth, these porcelains I took penitentiary chances, that's to go cop Jordans And my nigga throwed off, sometimes I have to think for him I'm a bad bitch getter, you can ask my doorman I put bitches on Delta, can't say what's in the suitcase Put a hundred up a million times, the fuck is a blueface? Brodie put us on a different route, I fuck with the new way Talked to all the dawgs on FaceTime, I'm duckin' the two way Active shooters in these cars gon' follow us on the [E-way?] Made the label call four, five mil' for Rylo, the G way Like Glorilla and I love tomorrow but they get it today Can't be fucked with in no way at all, that nigga don't play, yeah