Young T & Bugsey – Home Run Lyrics

 

Home Run Lyrics by Young T & Bugsey

 

Yeah, yeah
Hmmmm

Hope I’m nothing like my pops when I grow up
Hope they ‘member how they done me when I glow up
Got that GG on me, made me doze off
I had nothin’ in my shop but I didn’t close up
Now I Benz truck, watch your jaw drop
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
Team player, rather see you get the home run

Patek on my wrist, I’m looking rich
I hit the blunt two times, had to do a little dirty for the flip
See the top stay down in the summer, G’d up in the fifth
I bought her Gucci, bought her Loui, bought her Prada
‘Cause I wanna see her win, i-in
Put in the back seat, we in the back seat
Fucking in the back seat
Diamonds on my ears, I’m looking happy
Humble n****, never let it gas me
I’m solid as a rock, they wanna do me nasty
They wanna do me foul, man
Now me and brodie counting up in vial, xans
Ouch man
You would have been the homie we was counting

Hope I’m nothing like my pops when I grow up
Hope they ‘member how they done me when I glow up
Got that GG on me, made me doze off
I had nothin’ in my shop but I didn’t close up
Now I Benz truck, watch your jaw drop
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
Team player, rather see you get the home run, yeah

Pull up when it’s vacant
Whip amazing, scrape it off the basin
We impatient, guns already blazin’
One was blasian, two girls in rotation
Right wrist like a igloo, to do unthinkable
Turn my life into a Mike Amiri interlude
Take her out for shopping, take her out for dinner too
Made a list of all my opps, I’m in a bitter mood
But I’m Benz trucking in Louis shades now
Wagyu beef cutting, I’m at the steakhouse
Turn Hatton Gardens into a playground
Sweet lil’ mama, she tryna take rounds
Struttin’, globe trottin’, I’m with my shawty
Biggest cash cows, look what the chart says
Thirty for a show, you gotta down pay
Yeah I made it but dawg I made it the hard way

Hope I’m nothing like my pops when I grow up
Hope they ‘member how they done me when I glow up
Got that GG on me, made me doze off
I had nothing in my shop but I didn’t close up
Now I Benz truck, watch your jaw drop
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
We gon’ skrrt skrrt, don’t care where she end up
Team player, rather see you get the home run