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Home
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Home was released on October 31, 2025 by Four Seven Entertainment as a part of the album Home - Single
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelFour Seven Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kobraa
Kobraa
Vocals
AK The Menace
AK The Menace
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Landon Weatherspoon
Landon Weatherspoon
Songwriter
Jeremiah Justin Taylor
Jeremiah Justin Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AK The Menace
AK The Menace
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Step on shit, lil bitch you know that
Hop out the whip then blick, he lack like where your pole at
Opp down bad on god, that's no cap
He pillow talkin, took his bitch like where your hoe at
I'll hit the bitch if he talk reckless cause I'm on that
Jit pulled out the switch, then he got blown back
He fake flexin, we do not condone that
Kobraa a mess, he tryna find where your home at
I don't really too much like these ****
I'm snipin' a ****
Switch on the back of that gun, his ass can't run
I will not fight me a ****
Better watch what come out of that tongue and don't play dumb
Ain't takin' shit lightly, my ****
Checks like Nike, my ****
Fuck **** broke tell me why is you hypin' the ****
I was just back of that cut, just wrappin' shit up
Ain't got shit to say now
I was just back of that cut, just shootin' shit up
His ass better lay down
I was down bad on my dick, like fuck this shit
Now my ass gettin' paid now
Fine shit bad from the face down
If he touch, take a shot from the waist down
Step on shit, lil bitch you know that
Hop out the whip then blick, he lack like where your pole at
Opp down bad on god, that's no cap
He pillow talkin, took his bitch like where your hoe at
I'll hit the bitch if he talk reckless cause I'm on that
Jit pulled out the switch, then he got blown back
He fake flexin, we do not condone that
Kobraa a mess, he tryna find where your home at
If she got no Y gene, then she goin
I left a crime scene on her forehead
Whoadie been kissin' on her, he don't know it
I know it's plenty ways of leavin' folks dead
I'm tryna keep it low, and get some more bread
If you see me in it, then I own that
We gotta buy back all 40 acres
I don't gotta dream cause we on that
Took his shawty, I'mma scuba
I'm deep into her
In Atlanta on a food truck
But ain't no food here
Cousin scammin' on computers
That boy the truth, huh
Steppin' up without my tool tucked
I'm tryna boom some
Step on shit, lil bitch you know that
Hop out the whip then blick, he lack like where your pole at
Opp down bad on god, that's no cap
He pillow talkin, took his bitch like where your hoe at
I'll hit the bitch if he talk reckless cause I'm on that
Jit pulled out the switch, then he got blown back
He fake flexin, we do not condone that
Kobraa a mess, he tryna find where your home at
Written by: Jeremiah Justin Taylor, Landon Weatherspoon
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