Home Alone Gucci Mane (Ft. Ca$h Out, Peewee Longway & Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug & Gucci mane]
Yeah yeah yeah
Hungry Nigga
Home alone
I heard you were home alone
Oh oh, oh, ohh
Legends

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Old boy, killa cam, trunk full of old boy
Murking fuck boys in the hood like Dope Boy
Oh my good grief damn, who is this guy?
Gucci on a mob tie looking like a wise guy
Working with 5 I cut it on the eye
If it ain’t a fork I can whip it with a wire
You don’t got a scale, I can do it with my eye-eye
Couldn’t find a scrap so I whipped him with a tire iron
Egg beater fast, nigga bread do the work late
Got your whole neighborhood stash in my book bag
My worker said ‘Wop looked good with a crook hat
Told that bitch to get butt naked when she cooked that
Versace, medusa head, neat, 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
Plain Jane, rolling 50 thou, ginger P
Cash out shouldn't of said that, it should've been a secret
Me and P geekin, please keep a secret
Thug make me mad, he forgot where the weed at