Coming Home

(His name is Kino Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Trauma Tone) huh

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah
You won't leave me alone, yeah, alone, yeah, alone
She order drinks to stay up (up)
The Nine stay tucked
We ridin' all day, I got the keys to the truck (keys to the truck)
Finally found what it means to us (us)
Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus
In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts
Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for ante cuts
You tried to police her but she all for us
All for us, all for us

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at

Pulled up
Window down, smellin' like a pound, paint wet
Nice sounds, whip still clean to touch the ground
That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout
Rollin' (?) through the age, gettin' higher off the fly
She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it
You wanna kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems

Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast

In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
In a '96 Impala, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, gotta mash
Grab a-, split in-, another to the stash