Like Home

Got a Draco in the closet
With a wood grain handle
I’m around every countries
Nigga play again, it’s mantle
Run it up now, ooh
Give a damn, we 'on't care what a nigga think
(Yeah, yeah)
Run it up now, ooh
Give a damn, I’mma take this money to the bank
(Yeah, yeah)
I’ve been all around the world (yeah)
But the trap still, trap still feel like home
(Yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel home
Reppin' on the road, said he doin' shows
Didn’t see that, I pray for her I know but-
Trappin' with my bros, trappin' with bros
All I know, it’s the way we have growed up
Lookin' at my mint like, «What?, It’s cold»
Lookin' at my wrist, that pussy mad 'cause he froze up
Pull up in that Lamborghini, throw the doors up
Nigga want some smoke, wait hold up
We can not wait to show up
I might be the one who got him rockin' like a boulder
Fuck 'em, when I’m on a Perc'
Won’t touch 'em when I’m sober
Put him in your armor shirt, won’t put him on a poster
Glizzy in my pocket, I can’t rock it, ain’t no hoes here
You my flow, would sit there, know that it would give him pneumonia
Know that I be drippin', and know that I keep it on
Draco in the closet, them motherfuckers so rude
Sippin' post, I said the trap still feel like home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel home
Thousand miles away, I be gone
I got rich and famous, I’m high, I still pick up the phone
But I wasn’t down the road, yeah
Free the fuckin' bros, yeah
I can change these hoes out, like I change my clothes now
I can’t not, my heads and my lung dog and they clean for while
Stop posting my picture of my drip, they won’t have no style
Hundid thousand in my pocket had napping, you know I get a profile
Niggas think I’m sweet, tryna lick me and it’s gon' to go south
Never try to dish you a bashing move, on with no problems
One thing that I know is your dollars up, get on my swuad
They out still like slime, someone go get my drive
Crying when you might not come home, that’s what I call silent
Fuck around and found me a plug, and vinced for exotics
Never goin' back to my hood, 'cause I ain’t gon' leave a body
Make sure that my people, them good, that’s what I care about
I said the trap still feel like home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel home