"Just Came Home" lyrics
Curren$y & G Style Lyrics
[Curren$y:]
They like "Spitta, where you get that?"
I got it from the homie off a block where you might get killed at
Real raps, trill fact
Money stacked, convertible top peeled back
Twisting up a joint so I can go to the store
Halfway up the block, turned back 'cause I forgot my phone
In the zone, cloud 9 that I'm always on
And that bass got my ears ringing
I move on and I don't talk about it
Hundred dollar bills filling up my pockets 'cause I didn't stop it
I'd advise motherfuckers not to try it
Because these niggas I be with is on [?]
My homie just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
Told me he ain't showing love to no outsiders
We in the building smoking killer with the Jet Lifers
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
[G Style:]
Fresh off the plane, back to the business
Was just on [?] politicking
Couple days out already back to the chicken
All that internet talk fastest way to become a victim
Real rap, hashtag big facts
Big M's on the way and I tote a big strap
Keep it G always so you know that I'm Gucci'd down
Rodeo for the drip, St. Lauren and Louie now
They like "How?" [?] I walk around
Out on parole, don't play around, I walk you down
'Bout to blow out a house 'cause I need that hundred thou
Real estate in different states, I can show you how
To get a hundred a week, nigga the game's sweet
I'ma make sure the gang eat
Whole set in this bitch, nigga we gang deep
Facing all day and I ain't speak
[Curren$y:]
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
They like "Spitta, where you get that?"
I got it from the homie off a block where you might get killed at
Real raps, trill fact
Money stacked, convertible top peeled back
Twisting up a joint so I can go to the store
Halfway up the block, turned back 'cause I forgot my phone
In the zone, cloud 9 that I'm always on
And that bass got my ears ringing
I move on and I don't talk about it
Hundred dollar bills filling up my pockets 'cause I didn't stop it
I'd advise motherfuckers not to try it
Because these niggas I be with is on [?]
My homie just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
Told me he ain't showing love to no outsiders
We in the building smoking killer with the Jet Lifers
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
[G Style:]
Fresh off the plane, back to the business
Was just on [?] politicking
Couple days out already back to the chicken
All that internet talk fastest way to become a victim
Real rap, hashtag big facts
Big M's on the way and I tote a big strap
Keep it G always so you know that I'm Gucci'd down
Rodeo for the drip, St. Lauren and Louie now
They like "How?" [?] I walk around
Out on parole, don't play around, I walk you down
'Bout to blow out a house 'cause I need that hundred thou
Real estate in different states, I can show you how
To get a hundred a week, nigga the game's sweet
I'ma make sure the gang eat
Whole set in this bitch, nigga we gang deep
Facing all day and I ain't speak
[Curren$y:]
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
