BIG HOMIES Lyrics

I ain't got no big homies

I ain't got no home

I ain't got no big homies

I ain't got no home

Move that bitch to the side like a taco truck, I don't even wanna find out the name

Money blue but the cup come always red, I should probably be done for the day

How the hell he claim a street nigga He don't even got a gun to his name

Used to buy our clothes off resale, mama really done came a long way

Need paper big like The Big Show

Try to cheat on me, then your head blown

My car insurance, Geico

I've been the same kid from the gecko

Who the hell gon tell me hell no

Try not to go rap about gangsta shit

But got brothers that really go take souls

No you really better not play though.

Driving the whip too drunk, i crashed it once, I'm probably nervous

I'm swimming her guts but I hate her guts, she probably don't deserve it

Just talked to God no iPhone I'm still tryna find my purpose

You wonder why my eyes low guess it's time to go close the curtains

Wake up, he wanna argue, posting me, but tweeting shit

Right after I peep the story, go look back deleted the shit.

In Chicago working a day job like Tariq don't need no whip.

Y'all still be eating ruffle bag I'm spending casino chips

Hop out the whip, watch out there he go.

Ran outta gas ain't got no diesel.

Five hundred dollars I got my feet on.

Turned my back this not no vlone

Tino moving that coke like kilo

Only got one friend—J like Migo

Still can't feel my eyes, they been low

Cops pull up, YNS gon' get gone