"Baby Are You Home" lyrics

Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home?
Home, home, home, home
Baby, are you home?
Home, home, home, home
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Baby, are you home?

Yeah, yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)

Like counting all my dough (Yeah), with my eyes closed (Huh)
I don't trust a ho but I trust my ho
Like money in my pants sticking out my thigh, bro (Yeah)
Yeah, it's Lil Uzi, like hit that eye roll (That eye roll)
I don't got no money, that's a lie, oh
Kinda got messy, got rid of my side ho (Yeah)
I don't wanna fuck you if you a dry ho (What?)
Up in Mexico with the plug eating Pico de Gallo (Yeah)
You a rock star, now them pills, try those (Ayy)
Traded in my chocolate, now I got a bright ho (Uh)
Man, I got my head right (Yeah, yeah)
Man, I got my bread right (Yeah, yeah)
Livin' my life just so right (Yeah)
You can see my diamonds at night
Girl, you know I'm higher than a satellite (Satellite)
Can I come over, are you the playin' type?

Yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)

I swear, boy, you do not know me (Yeah)
Boy, you ain't my homie (Homie)
Ballin' like I'm Kobe (Kobe)
Now I'm ballin' like Ginobili
Like, boy, your style so old (What?)
Balding like Ginobili (What?)
Pull up in that Porsche
Brittany in the Lotus (Skrrt, skrrt)
I get money, yeah (Yeah)
And I put that on my oldest (Huh)
I ain't got no kids, so I put that on my Rollie (Rollie)
They say that he real, so that nigga got to show me
And that nigga homies really ain't his homies (Ayy)
I got red homies, I got blue homies (Yeah)
Yeah, I got the gun, and it shoot homies
Yeah, I got them crash dummies, they my new homies (Yeah)
Girl, I made you famous
Ain't no need to thank me
Like, yeah, I put you first, you're my lady, yeah (Yeah)
I'm skrrtin' the water with my baby, yeah

Yeah, she call my phone (What?)
Ask me what I'm on (Yeah)
Baby, is you home? (Huh)
I'm in the area
Like, tell me where he going (What?)
He ain't scaring none
You know why you text my phone, yeah
Tell me if you home
Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Huh?)
Baby, are you home? (What?)
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Baby, are you home? (Yeah)

Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home? Yeah
Yeah, she call my phone
Ask me what I'm on
Like, tell me where he going
He ain't scaring none
Baby, are you home?
Baby, are you home?