The Big Homie - With Style & Grace

2018, Girls evade me
Book it at the first sight ain't tryna creep but they see me
They walk up to a man, grab their arm and pretend
That they more than just friends, that he can make them hips bend
If she's brave she'll just say to me not today honey
And turn away, flip her hair like she's lovely
Baby think that's gon' bother me? Who you asking
Clearly you don't see I'm the H-O-M-I-E
Chillin', popping niggas on the C-O-D
Quarantined cause I ain't getting sick with C-O-V-I-D
But I'm still the illest player on the motherfucking scene
So bad I'll make a nigga act like Janet and scream
I'll take some coffee with my cream, coconut caramel
When I'm done sipping joe you ain't gon' know who to tell
See you should stop now, I'm giving you hell
And as you'll see in a few, my power compels
Whipping in an '03 Malibu with disco lights that shine neon blue
Bumping out to Juan Ramos and Grumble too
While I'm sitting in the drive-thru waiting for food
I'll have a 45 and a number 9 large, who cares what it costs
I got my platinum card filled with riches from the bitches that be copping my shit
After they said fuck you and told me to quit
What's the deal? You want me now that you can't have me
You think I'm gonna take you after you avoided me? I doubt it
For the first time ever I'm feeling myself
And though I wish you were here, I told my mind I said stop it
I was fine before and I'll be fine now
Especially now I found out that your hype hasn't died down
Baby think it bothers me? I'm honored, but don't make this awkward
I said that you'd see
So now it's just my style to roll down the street, not a care in the world
And let you see me strutting down all on the path
Without a need to turn my head and look back
Ain't breaking my momma's back today, fuck the cracks
Take your ass on back home, I found my backbone
You ain't gonna swindle me to be crystal clear
Next time I appear you better stay clear

Written by:
Isaac Scott

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