Michael South - Home lyrics

Load that tech nine, feeling fine
All these wallets full of dollar signs
All aligned
Wanna spend some time of mine, bitch
Don't rely wanna think wise - simple lesson
- ride or die, ride or die

All of those bitches in front of me
All of those snobs in front of me, over me
I know exactly how life is gonna
Be, it’s an anomaly, probably, better be
All of those bitches in front of me
All of those fuckers in front of me
Try not to disclose my
Pussy murder killing spree
And they talk about me
Load that tech nine, feeling fine
All these wallets full of dollar signs
All aligned
Wanna spend some time of mine, bitch
Don't rely
Wanna think wise - simple lesson -
Ride or die ride or die

She gave me topie when my
Name even that popping
Pop a pill, stand still
Slopie topie any given moment
Soppy panties and a henny, spent a penny
Then too many left the building
Had a feeling like an evil villain
Waiting on my first milli
Gave it out to my my homies and my fam
Now I`m going home

Handsome pretty gorgeous
Toast to the memories, toast to the memories
Living life so lossless and another
One for my Gs got a bag full of felonies
We ain`t got similarities
And I`m kinda feminist
All the way for the feminists
Them girls do the therapy, enemies up for me
Envy and jealousy, Jesper Kyd helping me
Melodies playing it, wait hold up
All of those bitches in front of me
All of those fuckers in front of me, over me
I know exactly how life is gonna be
And I fuck with the inferno

Load that tech nine, feeling fine
All these wallet full of dollar signs
All aligned
Wanna spend some time of mine, bitch
Don't rely wanna think wise - simple lesson
- ride or die (ride or die)

Don’t you sniff that line, please stand by
Crystalline your Valentine
Make possession count I`m making shots
I twisted ripping bowls, should`ve known
Cause I`m know for smoking
Tearing, ripping foes, twisting
Squeezing hoes
Man I`m home, so nice living out here and I
Need no phone, turn it off
I`m living lowkey and I
Break your bones, before you know it
Please don’t lie to me
Pheromones, sense them in greater distance
I made beats, them high
Shit, they made feats, them cool treats
Sold them like them bricks
Sold them on the streets
I don’t do digital dash
But I got digital dash in my benz
We ride out, burnout with friends
All the girls do their dance
And I fuck with the inferno