"Back Home" lyrics

SURF GANG

Frequent dreams of fallin' in that black hole (Yeah, yeah)
Your mans a frog, and his homie, tadpole (Uh, uh)
I never tattled, even with the last soul (Uh)
Meetings, we discussin' over cash flow (Steady cash)
Yeah, I'm a rapper 'til I catch you on that back road
Capo, 10K, I'm with Naavin, he the backbone
In your city, niggas mobbin' like we Capone
I'm Castro (Uh)
Bitches on my body when I'm back home (Yeah, I'm back)
I'm with hitters that be slidin', leave your cap gone
Bad bone, you know this shit inside me why I act wrong (Why I act)
From BK to the Heights, I'm their last hope (I'm their last)
From the BK to the Heights, I got pass, bro (I got pass)
[?], to get into this ride you need a pass code
Act bold, you threatenin' your squad and your fam', on my mans, bro
Say you want a job, set a trap for 'em, I can't cope
I can hardly fathom gettin' smacked, no, I can't go
Naavin, nah, I really want the black one, Durango
I'ma free my brothers from them shackles, Django
Any system out here get dismantled, the bankroll
Love it when I slip them through, slip 'em to my hands, bro

Frequent dreams of fallin' in that black hole, asshole
By the way I'm walkin', see my cash grown (See my cash grown)
Freaky bitches love it when I'm back home (When I'm back home)
Frequent dreams of fallin' in that black hole, asshole
By the way I'm walkin', see my— uh-uh (See my cash)

Love it when I'm back home