ZEDS DEAD


Back Home Lyrics

[Intro]
Pack came in, dope showed up
Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count f**ked up, house blown up
Count f**ked up, house blown up
f**kin with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah
Nigga f**kin' with me it's a man down

[Hook]
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays)
Get that yay, whip that yay

[Bridge 1]
f**kin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
f**kin' with me and my niggas it's man down
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out

[Verse 1]
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**kin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**kin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord

[Hook]
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face, say crime pays

[Bridge 2]
Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me

[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo
My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
Got big nuts, I say f**k the world I might, impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas, straight till they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper

[Bridge 3]
f**kin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
f**kin' with me and my niggas it's man down
Bitch I'm back on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
I relapse on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out

[Verse 3]
With a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**kin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**kin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord

[Hook]
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face, say crime pays

[Bridge 2]
Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me

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Songwriter(s): Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
Record Label(s): 2016 Deadbeats
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