CAME HOME Lyrics

Ooh, yeah, yeah

What the fuck they talkin' bout

Yeah, MONTI V

Ever since I came home, had the streets on lock

I was in a trap with that PNB, RIP the rock

Brody slimy, he gon' wipe your nose like it was some snot

I was in the kitchen, watchin' water whippin

Unc heatin' up that pot

On the streets, he a real shooter, but in jail, he on PC block

MONTI V, I'm a real trooper, tell me, is you thuggin' or not

Tell that bitch, off with her head, I just want the top

You can keep that pussy, baby, don't wanna be cooped up in no box

When we shoot, we gon' hop out, walk him down, hawk him down

He was sneak-dissin ', tell me, what he talkin' now

Jail turned , my heart stole cold, call me Steve Austin now

I was down, but I'm climbing up, tryna make my son and daughter proud

They say, you are, but you hang around, can't catch me followin' the crowd

He claim that he the king of New Jersey, off his head, I snatched the crown

He think he slimy, how he sound? Cut off his head and watch him drown

Bro got the bobby and the brown, and I had weed, I'm talkin' pounds

Yeah, we can go hand to hand, combat, or we can play round with them sticks

Middle finger up to all my opps and tell them, suck on the bag of dicks

It's about 50 in that strizzy, let it shoot till it go click

Don't wanna jam, don't fill it up, gotta leave some room inside that clip

I'm always ready for a fight, but just in case it's on my hip

I can't get in tune with none of these niggas, cause most of them snitch

These niggas ain't got dog in them, but they do act like a bitch

My pointer finger play with that trigger like I'm playin' with her clit

Tell me how you plugged in, but you ain't got no bricks

Tell me how you bangin blood when months ago you was a crip

Tell me how you smoke exotic, tell me why it smell like piss

Tell me somethin' when you see me, just don't sneak and try to diss

Ever since I came home, had the streets on lock

I was in a trap with that PNB, rip to rock

Brody , slimy, he gon' wipe your nose, like it was some snot

I was in the kitchen, watchin' water whippin

Unc heatin' up that pot, on the streets

He a real shooter, but in jail he on PC block

Monti V, I'm a real trooper, tell me is you thuggin' or not

Tell that bitch, off with her head, I just want the top

You can keep that pussy, baby, don't wanna be cooped up in no box

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