Coming Home

(Turn me up, Kino) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone) Yeah, I don't know her name, but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at Yeah, I don't know her name, but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go so fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah You won't leave me alone, yeah, 'lone, yeah, 'lone She order drinks to stay up (up) The .9 stay tucked We ridin' all day, I got keys to the truck (keys to the truck) Finally found what it means to us (us) Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for all ten cuts You tried to police her, but she all for us All for us, all for us Yeah, I don't know her name, but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at Pulled up, window down, smellin' like a pound Paint wet, nice sounds, whips too clean to touch the ground That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems Yeah, I don't know her name, but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' her the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them cars that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that Just so cold, you don't even know what you lookin' at In a '96 Impala, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron, when I pass If you spot me then just holla On the mash, grab it, split it 'Nother to the stash, uh One more, yeah