[Intro]
If that’s your girl then why she in my phone
She said come over, ain’t nobody home now
Oh what’s that on her chest, she repping D.O.A.M
I guess she done and left you on your own now
[Chorus]
If that’s your girl then why she in my phone
She said come over, ain’t nobody home now
Oh what’s that on her chest, she repping D.O.A.M
I guess she done and left you on your own now
My nigga keep a choppa with no scope
So be careful before you get your body laid down
Tuesday night, we blowing through an O
I’m so high I don’t think I wanna come down
[Verse 1]
Lost in Austin but this where my home be
I just spark a wood and then I pass I️t to my homie
This time last year we was drunk in New York off Bacardi
Pregame in the Uber, then we pull up the party
Remember on my birthday, niggas had to pull up with the straps out
D he got the shotty and Lu roll round with a Mac now
Nigga tried to rob me then his homie tried to gun me down
Now he know his place 'cause we left holes in his momma house
Christmas Day my niggas popping Champagne
3 grams in our backwoods, the only thing we smoking
Now we up, we living like kings
Heartbreak on my hoodie, now I dabble in the finer things
If that’s your girl then why she in my phone
She said come over, ain’t nobody home now
Oh what’s that on her chest, she repping D.O.A.M
I guess she done and left you on your own now
[Chorus]
If that’s your girl then why she in my phone
She said come over, ain’t nobody home now
Oh what’s that on her chest, she repping D.O.A.M
I guess she done and left you on your own now
My nigga keep a choppa with no scope
So be careful before you get your body laid down
Tuesday night, we blowing through an O
I’m so high I don’t think I wanna come down
[Verse 1]
Lost in Austin but this where my home be
I just spark a wood and then I pass I️t to my homie
This time last year we was drunk in New York off Bacardi
Pregame in the Uber, then we pull up the party
Remember on my birthday, niggas had to pull up with the straps out
D he got the shotty and Lu roll round with a Mac now
Nigga tried to rob me then his homie tried to gun me down
Now he know his place 'cause we left holes in his momma house
Christmas Day my niggas popping Champagne
3 grams in our backwoods, the only thing we smoking
Now we up, we living like kings
Heartbreak on my hoodie, now I dabble in the finer things
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