Hold On, We're Going Home Lyrics

Ayye

Just hold on we're going home

I know you don't wanna be alone

Bad lil bitch to the bone

Just get on your knees and give me dome

I hate when people call my phone

Light skin bitch I love your moan

Let's take a trip out to Rome

I wanna love you till I'm grown

All of his homies was setting him up but G-Dot didn't know

I told Young Bull pour me up a cup of styrofoam

Damn, but he ain't want pour it

And I do not stress about life situations cause none of that shit is important

I got a two tone Glock

We pouring two four wok

I Pop me a pill now I'm back on the block

You can smell what I'm cooking bitch I'm not the rock

Hating ass niggas all they do is mock

All this money make the bitches flock

I'ts going down nigga Young Joc

Free big tito nigga he got locked

Just hold on we're going home

I know you don't wanna be alone

Bad lil bitch to the bone

Just get on your knees and give me dome

I hate when people call my phone

Light skin bitch I love your moan

Let's take a trip out to Rome

I wanna love you till I'm grown

All of his homies was setting him up but G-Dot didn't know

I told Young Bull pour me up a cup of styrofoam

Damn, but he ain't want pour it

And I do not stress about life situations cause none of that shit is important

I got a two toned Glock

We pourin' two four wok

You can't smell what I'm cooking bitch

I'm not the rock

All this money make the bitches flock

Free big Tito nigga he got locked

I pop me a pill, I'm back on the block

Hating ass niggas, all they do is mock

It's going down, nigga, Young Joc

Free big Tito nigga he got locked