Lyrics Home Alone - BlocBoy JB

Home Alone

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