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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
Bernabe Rivas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyTron
Mixing Engineer
Getta Beats
Producer
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[Intro]
Getta, Beats!
Aye, Shitty Boyz, Dog $hit Militia
Long Live $cam, RIP Chris
You hip, Skip? Huh, T-double-H-L shit
You should know that by now, aye
[Chorus]
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
One state up with an O, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
It ain't, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
Yeah, the murder mitten cold, better go and get a coat
[Verse 1]
The chopper got kicked, let it sing, Neon
I'm out here in the mountains callin' plays, Deion
He the biggest burger of 'em all, Dog and Leon
Someone come and cool the hood down, we need Freon
We both push P, I'ma pimp you a peon
The meth lab got more sheets than Bed Bath & Beyond
What you gotta know, is he not on what we on
If I don't got the Glock, swing the knife like I'm Theon
When it come to bucks, you Thion and shit, I'm big, bro
Four minutes after three, that lil' bitch a big ho
Too comfy in the deep, I'm like the swim coach
Shawty do a shoot bricks, I think the rim broke
I never duck-repped, got some free rep
The Havana leaf louder than a cheese neck
Sometimes I think right, sometimes I think left
Sometimes I think life, sometimes I think death
I'm tryna kill two birds with one stone
Two birds, two bows, two plays, one phone
Gang don't play soccer, we got one goal
I wish $cam would come down, I got another cup po'ed
Thinkin', "What the fuck, bro?"
Tell a ho, "Respect me with the utmost"
I'm on the big screen, tryna get in Jumbo
I hope that vest that you got got a turtle neck
'Cause Brodie and him cutthroat
Me and bro ain't finna wrestle, we is not the Blade Runners
Still got a hunnid on my jersey, I'm the same number
I see yo' bitch got the same number, she the same runner
I'm a C-E to the O, you a pay stubber
I hate when a shaky butt tries to play stubborn
Lil' bludda let a bullet fly, Jay Cutler
Them boys can't hit a shot, must got base jumpin'
Them boys still wouldn't hit our pen if they played bumpers
Oh, you got a lil' switch, it's a frag grenade
All this chain got me sick, I need to vaccinate
We don't sip that, if it's a pie, then it's apple bake
Made a hunnid K before they restricted my Apple Pay
How much pape we done made? I can't calculate
Tipping down Northside, finna watch the Falcons play
Yo' bust made from porcelain, need some cattle bastin'
Call me J Amiri jeans come here, your jeans with the rattle snakes
You snitch for some paper, you need to bust down tattle chains
Totin' big shit, a thousand yards, that's some battle range
They tell me that I got a problem, but I gamble change
It used to be how many hands I scam at that
But now it's how many tracks I rap at that
Let 'em touch me, I bet his soul evaporates
My IQ still do the punch game, cash is class
Court side, LCA, you can catch me at the game
[Chorus]
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
One state up with an O, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
It ain't, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
Yeah, the murder mitten cold, better go and get a coat
[Verse 2]
I gotta eat everything with syrup, Will Ferrell
We had turned his SUV into a wheelbarrow
Amiri's with the bones, stomp 'em out, I might spill marrow
IRL king, all this gold, I'm a real pharaoh
Doggy bone, two-faced, call him Harvey Dent
Bro, it suit up too quick, call him Clark Kent
Ten plus pairs in, F.I. McCartney vest
Lookin' like I played croquet in this Marni Vest
The watch Voss water, but the charm Fiji
Mixin' up my drink, but it ain't a martini
M.G. and Columbus off the bar sleep
Murder mitten, baby, tell the lie, SRT me
Boy, the spot got more white than a bar mitzvah
You gon' need a new health bar, this AR hit ya
If you ain't down to slide, I ain't hoppin' in the car with ya
First off, I do this shit for lil' Ipsy
I do this shit for Saginaw, Flint and the city
I can't forget about Beecher, them boys been with me
I can't forget about Lansing, that's a sick city
I do this shit for Highland Park and Hamtramck
I do this shit for K-Zoo and Grand Rapids
From the UP down to Don River
Murder mitten baby, bitch, you know I grow around killers
[Chorus]
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
One state up with an O, it ain't shit like home
Huh, it ain't shit like home
It ain't, it ain't shit like home
Yeah, I love to hit the road, but it ain't shit like home
Yeah, the murder mitten cold, better go and get a coat
[Outro]
The chopper got kicked, let it sing
Neon, I'm out here in the mountains callin' plays
Deion, he the biggest burger of 'em all, Dog and Leon
Someone come and cool the hood down, we need Freon
We both push P, I'ma pimp you a peon
The meth lab got more sheets than Bed Bath & Beyond
What you gotta know, is he not on what we on
If I don't got the Glock, swing the knife like I'm Theon
Written by: Bernabe Rivas, James Johnson IV