Home Alone Lyrics – BlocBoy JB
Goddamn Iv
Yeah, yeah, yeah let’s go (Tay Keith *** these niggas up)
Is it going on the scale? Aight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
This the life I chose
Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose
I’mma get ya gone
Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap
Like it’s home alone
We got lot’s of scraps I double tap to get ya gone
Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home
Heard my line tapped
I switched up T-mobile phones
They ran in [?] spot
*** that’s the wrong home
Cuh pop em’ bean bappers
Eyes look like honeycomb
And I got mob ties
Like I’m honeycomb
And I got mob ties
Like I’m Al Capone
These niggas McDonalds fries
A dollar just to get em’ gone
[?] ask me before I d
I am not the driver
Never threw a pitch for MLB
But you know I’m a slider
Get yo son in dreads turn all my niggas into riders
Fell in love with the grapes
I guess I turned into a baller
Face shot leave him no ID, like restricted callers
Really don’t beef on the internet
I leave it to the bloggers
2014 I was banging set
A forty in my joggers
I swear them niggas didn’t wanna see me in that parlor
On crip ***
This the life I chose
Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose
I’mma get ya gone
Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap
Like it’s home alone
This the life I chose
Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose
I’mma get ya gone
Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap
Like it’s home alone
What, what home alone
What, what clear em’ gone
Off a phone
And it’s gone
What’s wrong with these *** ass niggas?
He, ha
Clay, clay, clay, clay
Yessir
*** you talking bout ***?
6 block
Fahh
