home alone (feat. cash out, young thug & peewee long way)

[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane]
Old boy, killer cam, trunk full of old boy
Murking footballs in the hood like dope boy
Oh my good grief damn, who is this guy?
Gucci on them all, tie looking like a white guy
Working with 5 I cut it on the [?]
If it ain't a fork I can whip it with a [?]
You don't got a scale, I can do it with my eye-eye
Couldn't find a scrap so I went in with a tire iron
Egg beater fast, nigga bread do the work [?]
Got your whole neighborhood stash in my book bag
My worker said 'Wop looked good with a [?]
Told that bitch to get butt naked when she cooked that
Versace, medusa head, [?] where my fleece at
Told that bitch she might turn to stone if she look back
A rapper, a trapper, two hats, my but my head back
Bricks come with four in the pack like a kit kat
Lane change, rolling 50 thou, ginger P
Cash out shouldn't of said that, it should've been a secret
Me and [?] can you please keep a secret
Young Thug make me mad , he forgot where the weed at
[Hook – Young Thug]
Riding around with two girls
I ain't talking bout [?]
Home alone with no help
Ain't nothing but this motherfucking carbon
I'm riding around with two boys
I ain't talking bout Jake or Kevian
I'm traffickin' that ball, that ball like I'm the Edison
Traffickin', traffickin', traffickin'
Traffickin' traffickin' , traffickin' , that yay
I'm home alone, I'm home alone
I'm home alone and I'm traffickin' , that yayo, yayo, yayo
We don't need no motherfucking dope
This bitch beating down the floor
[?]
Gio go [x5]
[Bridge – Young Thug]
Million DK, I'm a slug
I mug every motherfucking club I enter
Gave him 17 5 for the slug, lay em down
On my mouth saying baby girl enter
I remember when I couldn't afford a car
Now we got a million dollar worth of rentals
I remember when I used to ask for a dog
Now I got a free dog for my denture nigga
[Verse 3 – PeeWee Longway]
Wow, Longway got chicks in the fender
3 white bitches, molly in the middle
Smoking gas with my [?] and they itching
Is it gooey, is it bushy, is it [?], did you diss it?
[?] you, YSL, she the [?]
Fool with designer, everything cost [? ]
Casper the ghost, I'm on [?] killing them
Tommy gun out on my tummy, I'm Longway Dillinger
100 round drum my gun, don't make me spit at you
Hit at you, I murder for fun, you [?]
[?] on molly, I spray through your ho, you throw em out
Don't play with my funds, I make your bitch ass do the walk it out
[?] the money in the passenger my Panamera
[?] like in a motherfucking Camera
For a couple more I got Longway on Lil Daryl
Fuck two chicks in the trunk of [?] llama, Alcatraz
Bricks [?], VVS's got to stare
Call the squad from [?] where'd you book this [?]
Keep my chain the color of how she did the [?]
Mailman drop off the box, that mean that ladder in
Keep some cash out, I'm thugging for dollars
My [?] cop me by the thousands
If you ain't [?] white chick, bitch don't barter
Cause I ain't got rules [?]
[Verse 4 – Cash Out]
Pockets on sumo, wore the Rolex other day, now the [?] glow
In Miamigot your bitch on the jet skis
Take her to the room and that pussy jet ski
Dirty money in the Swiss account
That money [?] talking like my bitch's mouth
Had my old bricks at my old bitch's house
Paid her rent full time, then I kicked her out
New plug, hey I got to switch him out
New cars, hey I got to switch em out
80 K for the [?], I could get that that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
And that bitch, naw mean, turn up in the booty club
All she want is a half inch, fuck it up
Fuck it up, that's what I do for her
Let your hair blow shit, no roof for her
I'm a dog shit, so you know that I roof for her
If she don't fuck , then you know that I'm booting her
Who the hell taught you how to fuck, girl, tune it up
I'm leaning, I bet the pot it stay leaning
My pockets, they stay scheming
With the head, they ain't tryna do shit
Tryna double up, two bitches on me
Tell them hoes double up
Head so good, WTF, what the fuck
Hashtag , [?] in the black Jag
Fucked her girlfriend, now she calling me the natnat
[Bridge]