Dance
Back Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
by Zeds Dead
Release Date:
2016-03-09
Lyrics
Back Home （家）-Zeds Dead /Freddie Gibbs
Pack came in dope showed up
Word gettin'out phone blowin'up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count ****ed up house blown up
Count ****ed up house blown up
****in'with me and my niggas we fed up yeah
Nigga ****in' with me it's a man down
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays crime pays
Get that yay whip that yay
****in'with me and my niggas we fed up
****in'with me and my niggas it's man down
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
Got a c*****e wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my mother****in'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Got a c*****e wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my mother****in'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
b***h I'm smokin'on that schwarzenegger that terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables from flippin'yayo
My amigo got 53acres a regulator
Got big n**s I say **** the world I might impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot the calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas straight till they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got 53acres a regulator
Drivin'up lets get this paper get this paper
****in'with me and my niggas we fed up
****in'with me and my niggas it's man down
b***h I'm back on that dope boy I'm c*****e and m***y and xan'd out
I relapse on that dope boy I'm c*****e and m***y and xan'd out
With a c*****e wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my mother****in'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Got a c*****e wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my mother****in'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
Go to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
