[I just wanna go home]

Yeah
Uh huh

[This song is funded by stolen oil money]

Yeah
Yeah, yeah

(Verse 1 : RXK Nephew)
First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?"
Lil' bitch like "Neph', where the love at?"
Get off that bullshit, bitch, dub that
Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh)
Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's
Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again
He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline
Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah)
Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah)
Walk in the liquor store, bitch, I'm back
Back to the jewelry store, I'm back
Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah)
I keep a bitch like a spare tire
Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya
Tell police these run flat tires
Don't go broke and n***as start crying
Walk in the bank, they like "where you work at?"
Crack Rock Record where I work at
And we not signed to Empire
Chain look like I signed to QZ (For real)
Chain look like I got a feature from Yeat (Yeah)
Whole rap game move like WWE (Yeah)
I got more pistols than Pistol Pete (Yeah)
Bout' to get in the field, bitch, with my cleats (Yeah)
(Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER)
Chain look like I signed to Roc Nation
Unc' hit the dope and he started shaking
I was marking cards like I stream with Adin
I'm on more percs than a cancer patient
I walk in with more straps than [O'Dawes, ol' dogs?]
My bitch ass so fat I can't see the thong
Oppenheimer dope fiend say it's the bomb
Bitch get turned on when she hear my song
Right wrist look like a disco ball
Yeah, Neiman Marcus, not shopping at the mall
Chrome Hearts on my fit, put that shit on
Wake up in the morning, full bottle of Espolon
I feel like Sexyy Red, I'm fucking out of town
In the club like Yung Joc, it's going down
When I step in the club, bitch, it's going down
I gotta ball for thing like James Brown
[My dog B-day I got him a bottle?] of Henny
When it come to bad bitches, we got plenty
Shop at Neiman Marcus, not JC Penney
I was sellin' bundles in the bathroom of Denny's
Your whole tape trash, I don't wanna hear it
When your music come out, I don't wanna share it
Chain so damn big, can't hear what you sayin'
Get up in the pussy and go Super Saiyan
[This song is great, I love it]

[Damn, son, where'd you find this? In the trash?]

First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?"
Lil' bitch like "Neph', where the love at?"
Get off that bullshit, bitch, dub that
Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh)
Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's
Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again
He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline
Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah)
Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah)
Walk in the liquor store, bitch, I'm back
Back to the jewelry store, I'm back
Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah)
I keep a bitch like a spare tire
Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya
Tell police these run flat tires
Don't go broke and n***as start crying

Crack Rock Record where I work at