Home Alone - BlocBoy JB

Goddamn Iv

Yeah, yeah, yeah let’s go (Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)

Is it going on the scale?

Aight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

This the life I chose

Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose

I’mma get ya gone

Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong

I just set up trap

Like it’s home alone

We got lot’s of scraps I double tap to get ya gone

Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home

Heard my line tapped

I switched up T-mobile phones

They ran in spot

Bitch that’s the wrong home

Cuh pop em' bean bappers

Eyes look like honeycomb

And I got mob ties

Like I’m honeycomb

And I got mob ties

Like I’m Al Capone

These niggas McDonalds fries

A dollar just to get em' gone

ask me before I d

I am not the driver

Never threw a pitch for MLB

But you know I’m a slider

Get yo son in dreads turn all my niggas into riders

Fell in love with the grapes

I guess I turned into a baller

Face shot leave him no ID, like restricted callers

Really don’t beef on the internet

I leave it to the bloggers

2014 I was banging set

A forty in my joggers

I swear them niggas didn’t wanna see me in that parlor

On crip nigga

This the life I chose

Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose

I’mma get ya gone

Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong

I just set up trap

Like it’s home alone

This the life I chose

Call me Kleenex in the streets cuz I’mma wipe ya nose

I’mma get ya gone

Twenty-two for this exotic and it’s stupid strong

I just set up trap

Like it’s home alone

What, what home alone

What, what clear em' gone

Off a phone

And it’s gone

What’s wrong with these pussy ass niggas?

He, ha

Clay, clay, clay, clay

Yessir

Fuck you talking bout nigga?

6 block

Fahh