Like Home (feat. Lil Baby)

Yeah, woo, yeah Got a Draco in the closet (yeah) With a wood grain handle I'm around you in every countries (yeah) Nigga play again, it's mantle Run it up now, ooh Give a damn, we 'on't care what a nigga think (Yeah, yeah) Run it up now, ooh Give a damn, I'ma take this money to the bank (Yeah, yeah) I've been all around the world (yeah) But the trap still, trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) Said the trap still feel like home Reppin' on the road, said he doin' shows (yeah) Didn't see that, I pray for her I know but- Trappin' with my bros, trappin' with bros All I know, it's the way we have growed up (yeah) Lookin' at my mint like, "What? It's cold" Lookin' at my wrist, that pussy mad 'cause he froze up (yeah) Pull up in that Lamborghini, throw the doors up Nigga want some smoke, wait hold up We can not wait to show up I might be the one who got him rockin' like a boulder Fuck 'em, when I'm on a Perc', won't touch 'em when I'm sober Put him in your armor shirt, won't put him on a poster Glizzy in my pocket, I can't rock it, ain't no hoes here (yeah) Knew my flow was sick, they know it would give 'em pneumonia Know that I be drippin', and know that I keep it on Draco in the closet, them motherfuckers so rude (yeah) Sippin' post, I said the trap still feel like home (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) Said the trap still feel like home Thousand miles away, I be gone I got rich and famous, I'm high, I still pick up the phone But I wasn't down the road, yeah free the fuckin' bros, yeah I can change these hoes out, like I change my clothes now I can't nod my heads at my lil' dogs, it make them go out Stop posting my pictures of my drip, they won't have no style Hundid thousand in my pocket, half nappin', know I give profile Niggas think I'm sweet, try to lick me and it's gon' go south Never try to diss you or bash you, move on with no problems One thing that I know, once your dollars up, they goin' hard swallow They out, feel like slime on the road, someone go get my driver Crying when you might not come home, that's what I call silent Fuck around and found me a plug, and vinced him in exotics Never goin' back to my hood, 'cause I ain't gon' leave a body Make sure that my people, them good, that's what I care about I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) I said the trap still feel like home (yeah, yeah, yeah) Said the trap still feel like home