Home to You (feat. King Xav)

I told that bitch Imma slide, I told that bitch Imma a slide, Like you be my playground, bitch

I don't play around I just want you by my side

Just want you to stay down ride with me, Put balenci all over yo feet

Fly you out if it's just for a week, You know that's not a problem to me

And it should be a problem for you, long as I get bands you get money too, bitch I'm the man

Spider jacket on my body but this shit ain't red and blue

You get mad tryna go through my phone You just wanna see who I'm talkin' to

Shouldn't be worried bout none of this shit that I'm doin' I'm comin' back home to you

It's okay, I'm comin' back home to you

On my way

On the way yeah I'm comin' my boo, What's the choice for the drink, I done bought Malibu

Strap down with that chrome off of you, bae, I'm throwin' a few

And don't bring up your friends, cause I brought out the cuope

Like you know it's no room, it's just me and you And that man in your pocket, ya shit like a tomb

This shit got traction, take you home, break you down like a fraction

Leave five in your stomach, I dance like the Jacksons

You havin' my baby, I'm all with the Madness

Ain't tradin' on shit, won't do you like the Mavericks

Like all of them average, I swear they could have it

Say I'm a star, I ain't nothin' like Patrick, turn nothin' into somethin

Like I play for the Magic, I play for the, nah

All for you, pass on hoes, I'm somethin' like Mahomes

Out on the road, chasin' chicken, you home, you on my number one, dawg

I'ma bring you the bone, hide the pain behind fashion, just leave me Vlone

Like all of these hearts, I want all of them chrome

Like all of these hearts, I want all of them gone

But she all on my body, she singin' my songs

Huh, I told that bitch I'ma slide

Like you be my playground, bitch, I don't play around

I just want you by my side

Just want you to stay down ride with me

Put Balenci all over your feet

Fly you out if it's just for a week

You know that's not a problem to me

And it shouldn't be a problem for you

Long as I get bands, you get money too

Bitch, I'm the man, spider jacket on my body

But this shit ain't red and blue

You get mad, try and go through my phone

You don't wanna see who I'm talkin' to

Shouldn't be worried about none of this shit that I'm doin

I'm comin' back home to you

It's okay, it's okay, huh