Broken Homes (feat. Nafe Smallz, M Huncho & Gunna) (Explicit)

Broken Homes (Explicit) - The Plug/Nafe Smallz/M Huncho/Gunna

Blasian on the track boy

We coming from broken homes

My n***as still smoking cones

And b***hes knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like ET

I be in the coldest zones coldest zones

I f**k her with the rolex on rolex on

Yeah

The price too low we ain't pulling up to that show nah

I'm repping for the O the CEO and

I got the shooters on go yeah

I made a type of money I ain't seen before

Paying out the Lord tryna beat the law

It's 4 AM I might creep some more

Bad little b***h she gon' freak some more

Yeah bad this bad this yeah uh

The bottom ain't a place for me

I'm running to the money impatiently

In a room full of n***as

You would hate to meet yeah

All I ever did is wait patiently

But I was never getting none done for me

We strapped on the body like dungarees

She wanna f**k the kid and make love with me

Zone still lit and you know zone still lit ayy

You smoking one spliff I'm smoking one zip

I tell 'em n***as get it how you live yeah

You're looking at your wrist and you ain't got a crib

I tell them n***as get it how you live yeah

We're buying more bricks

We're buying more sticks

They told me I should get it how I live

We coming from broken homes

My n***as still smoking cones smoking cones

And b***hes knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like ET

I be in the coldest zones coldest zones

I f**k her with the Rolex on

Brown sugar I was just rolling stones

Rolling stones

Heron Preston long black coat yeah

Heroin in my pores yeah

I was in an all black cab with a bad b

She had to ask if this is Fake taxi

Need to take this kilo home yeah kilo home

Nokia all my phones yeah

Still stressed got a broken dome dome

Bought a ting just to match my clothes

No face no case straight ace

Wimbledon Rolex on Rolex on

Nafe could've hit her with the ice on deck

No Riz gotta bill it with Smallz Bill it with Smallz

No prick I don't answer your calls no no

Broken homes and it wasn't my fault yeah

Got some bags in a bag in the vault vault

Got some dude from Swiss on my coat

On my coat

This ain't no joke

Jugg on my own

Got me a house on the road

I'm real and it's all in my bone bone

Broken homes but I didn't fold I didn't fold

I got me some cash and it doesn't fold

I smoke me a zip I sign out from

The world yeah yeah

We coming from broken homes broken homes

My n***as still smoking cones smoking cones

And b***hes knowing all the songs all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like ET

I be in the coldest zones

I f**k her with the Rolex on

I f**k her with the Rolex on yeah

I f**k her to all of my songs yeah

I put a chandelier in my home yeah

I'm hopping on a Lear and I'm gone I'm gone

I f**k her like a dog need a bone a bone

And my thirty-pointer chokers

All rose all rose

Now I spend a hundred

On clothes on clothes

Fashion week I did a video for Vogue yeah

Ask around I been off the porch

I been off the porch

Her a*s fat and her hair real long hair real long

Skinny n***a and I'm smokin' on the narcs on narcs

Run 4 and I get in my zone get in my zone

In the kitchen had to cook

It with a fork with a fork

Life's changed now my car is

A Porsche is a Porsche

And that n***a dripping harder then ya boy yeah

So now my n***as have a party with ya

Party with ya

Hit the club and pop a bottle with ya

Boy Bottle with ya boy

We got money gotta let these b***hes know

Let these bithces know

Paint a picture got a A in art A in art

In MIA with the top out the car

Top out the car

Want a star so I iced out the star

Iced out the star

F**k the cops we don't live by the law

Live by the law

He a b***h I been rich with a saw with a saw

You lil n***as don't know what

I saw know what I saw

We coming from broken homes

My n***as still smoking cones

And b***hes knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like ET

I be in the coldest zones

I f**k her with the Rolex on