Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home Run, artist - Rylo Rodriguez. Date of issue: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home Run |
| All this pain in my body, should I just end it now? |
| I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground |
| Them hoes who ain’t wanna fuck me, now panties on the ground |
| I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain’t even see the mound (Ooh, yeah) |
| Don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see I was on E |
| You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain’t tell me he was turnin' on me |
| Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I’m goin' in |
| Won’t stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I’m not goin' in |
| I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix |
| I never hit not one home run but I got plenty hits |
| Niggas from my hood, they hatin' on me, thought they would love that shit |
| Niggas like my brothers, we was in the huddle, we ain’t see the championship |
| Can’t trust nobody, even 'round my niggas, I take one out the clip |
| They murked my dawg, I clear my bank account 'til they all get killed |
| I hear they talkin' but this money louder |
| I ride around with that raw but ain’t caught no chowder |
| I ride around with that raw but I ain’t caught no fish |
| Yeah, we put a dick in every handgun, ain’t gotta piss, yeah, ayy |
| Them guys cool but we ain’t feelin', we on no buddy shit |
| I fuck with shit but I can’t lie, that’s bitch |
| The only nigga should cuff that ho is a deputy |
| I give every rap nigga in my city, hope, what it is |
| Money on my mind, I can’t think clear |
| Seventeen hunnid on the PT, I won’t drink beer |
| No chaser |
| Yeah, fuck the law, they gon' have to chase us |
| Hellcat, I took off from the Trackhawk, yeah, yeah |
| A triple of Hi-Tech red, I better not duck off |
| President Rollie, if they assassinate me I made it to see twenty-one |
| I’ve been eatin' low, so bad, I give my heart to anyone |
| Hope you don’t break it like they done |
| Hope you don’t take off like they ran |
| I damn gave that- eight bands |
| If I didn’t, then what, I’ma name your baby |
| I remember when I used to have twenty dollars |
| I ride around with ten racks like it’s nothin' now, yeah |
| Roaches in that cereal box, yeah, we came from poverty |
| Best friend worked at Wendy’s, that was my first robbery |
| All this pain in my body, should I just end it now? |
| I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground |
| Them hoes who ain’t wanna fuck me, now panties on the ground |
| I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain’t even see the mound (Ooh, yeah) |
| Don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see I was on E |
| You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain’t tell me he was turnin' on me |
| Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I’m goin' in |
| Won’t stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I’m not goin' in |
| I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix |
| All this pain in my body, should I just end it now? |
| I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground |
| Them hoes who ain’t wanna fuck me, now panties on the ground |
| I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain’t even see the mound (Ooh, yeah) |
| Don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see I was on E |
| You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain’t tell me he was turnin' on me |
| Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I’m goin' in |
| Won’t stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I’m not goin' in |
| I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix |
| I never hit not one home run but I got plenty hits |