Yung Drippy - Hold On, We're Going Home

Ayye
Just hold on we're going home
I know you don't wanna be alone
Bad lil bitch to the bone
Just get on your knees and give me dome
I hate when people call my phone
Light skin bitch I love your moan
Let's take a trip out to Rome
I wanna love you till I'm grown
All of his homies was setting him up but G-Dot didn't know
I told Young Bull pour me up a cup of styrofoam
Damn, but he ain't want pour it
And I do not stress about life situations cause none of that shit is important
I got a two tone Glock
We pouring two four wok
I Pop me a pill now I'm back on the block
You can smell what I'm cooking bitch I'm not the rock
Hating ass niggas all they do is mock
All this money make the bitches flock
I'ts going down nigga Young Joc
Free big tito nigga he got locked
Just hold on we're going home
I know you don't wanna be alone
Bad lil bitch to the bone
Just get on your knees and give me dome
I hate when people call my phone
Light skin bitch I love your moan
Let's take a trip out to Rome
I wanna love you till I'm grown
All of his homies was setting him up but G-Dot didn't know
I told Young Bull pour me up a cup of styrofoam
Damn, but he ain't want pour it
And I do not stress about life situations cause none of that shit is important
I got a two toned Glock
We pourin' two four wok
You can't smell what I'm cooking bitch
I'm not the rock
All this money make the bitches flock
Free big Tito nigga he got locked
I pop me a pill, I'm back on the block
Hating ass niggas, all they do is mock
It's going down, nigga, Young Joc
Free big Tito nigga he got locked

Written by:
Ben Nkwantah

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