Home x Stretch

What? What? (Blatt, blatt)

What the fuck? Ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Slime, ho, slime, ho, the fuck?

Mm, come on, mm (Blatt)

Two-seater but it's four of us (Four)

Contraband on the tour bus, yeah

Cocaine from Honduras, yeah

Wrist slit, blood pourin' (Blood)

Got bitches in they forties that adore us (In they four's)

Gen5 let 'bout six off, tryna score, uh (Blatt)

Fuck the white girl in a Acura (Acura)

Turned a twenty to a forty, double front flip, it impressed them, yeah

Thirty days, home stretch, bet I'll turn it eighty by the time the next one (Ho, what?)

Hold my left arm in the mirror (Yeah), tryna practice how to flex, uh

I ain't great, bitch, I'm the best, uh

Who the best is? Bet I'm bester (Woah)

If Mary had a little Lamb', I would get it wrapped blue (Show-off)

And get expensive rims (Oh yeah), 'cause I'm so fuckin' cool (Haha)

As much I spent today, you would probably puke (You would probably), hmm

Ferrari, homicide, seats as red as a blood pool, yeah

Broke glass, I'm spittin' out blood, yeah

I'm shit out of luck, yeah

I spent too much motherfuckin' money in the club, yeah

As much I care about you, I'll kill myself 'fore I show you love, yeah

Motherfuckers rap like the rent's due, bitch, I rap like the rent's past due for six months

Hold your breath, don't breathe until I tell you to

At the door it's death, how I kill me by supportin' you?

Hold your breath, don't breathe until I tell you to

At the door it's death, how I kill me by supportin' you? (Slatt)

Fuck up, girl, I hate you, uh

I'm talkin' out my ass (Blatt), yeah

Prescription pills had kept me sane, I don't know how long they'll last, yeah (Hmm)

Copped a QP of exotic, I'm gettin' sick of just rollin' up grass, ha (Skrrt)

Molly got me out my body, mix old with the new, Actavis in the flask (Blatt), huh

Do you mean that threat? (Oh yeah)

Bitch, I'll kill myself, I don't care (So what?)

The shooter won't get paid though, life's not fair (Yeah)

Got stabbed in the back but the knife's not there

Run away from your past, just smoke in the air (Oh yeah)

What was all that that you spoke in there? (Show-off)

Makeshift shit, slime, poke that bitch

I don't need nothin' else, been tryna get rich

Spittin' out blood (Blood), yeah

I'm shit out of luck (Out of luck), yeah (Yeah)

I spent too much motherfuckin' money in the club, yeah

As much I care about you, I'll kill myself 'fore I show you love, yeah

Motherfuckers rap like the rent's due, bitch, I rap like the rent's past due for six months

Hold your breath, don't breathe until I tell you to

At the door it's death, how I kill me by supportin' you?

Hold your breath, don't breathe until I tell you to

At the door it's death, how I kill me by supportin' you?