Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make it Bacc Home, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Rohammad Ali, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1 Deep Entertainment, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Make it Bacc Home |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone |
I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong |
Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong |
You ain’t never ever been this high (Huh) |
Even with a pair of wings, you never been this fly (Nope) |
Your life sucks I know you wish you would’ve been this guy (Haha) |
I can’t even buy draws, I gotta shop in disguise (Yeah) |
All I’m really worried bout is when another bag gonna come (Bag gone come) |
And if you didn’t help me earn it, my nigga don’t ask for none (You ain’t |
getting shit) |
They already know I wanna bourbon, I ain’t gotta ask for one (Ask for one) |
So real if I dress like a fuck nigga, still couldn’t pass for one (Hell nah) |
I’m 1 Deep but I’m world wide, so my one deep is we (Aye) |
No three sixty, I’m independent, my one deep is free (Aye) |
I’m right handed, I’m left handed, my one deep is G (Oh) |
Street Military, my alma mater |
No disrespect to dad, ya’ll my father |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone |
I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong |
Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong |
Ok, huh |
Let me tell you why I don’t give a fuck |
Cuz they always hating on me, talking shit about me, so I don’t give a fuck |
If they hating on ya, cool, let them hate, you should never think about giving |
up |
Keep stunting on 'em, like I’m stunting on 'em on, yea I know these hoe niggas |
sick of us |
If I wanna get me a house, I go get it |
If I wanna get me a car, I hop in it |
Pull up at the cemetery with a smile on my face, I’m like check it out mama, |
I did it |
I will not accept a check if it fuck with my manhood, I be like no I ain’t wit |
it |
Acting like I’m better than everybody, don’t pass me the reggie, |
you know I won’t hit it |
I no longer need a stash spot |
Gotta lotta credit bout to cash out |
These ain’t loner keys, these are owner keys, can’t nobody ever put my ass out |
Didn’t drink this, but I drunk enough of that, I think playa bout to pass out |
I just pulled a 84 out the shop, should I tint it up or leave it glass |
If I gotta kill 'em, Ima kill 'em dead, I never would kill 'em a lil bit |
If we celebrating, Ima overpour the glasses, I ain’t gonna fill them a lil bit |
The score is ridiculous, blow you motherfuckers out, I’m not winning a lil bit |
My life is a movie, so ya’ll wanna sue me, I know you bitches wanna lil bit |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone |
I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long |
Gotta make it back home |
Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone |
What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong |
Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong |