Lyrics Back Home - ASTAR

My Valentino's camo my fragrance Gelato
Shopping Harrods got it out the bando
She come her to f*** she Taking a cab home
I ain't driving drunk unless might have to take the back roads

Bunch of mad cow I ain't been around that Cattle
Butterfly effect I flick my bora out in a battle
I've certi put in work with a Sami and a Rambo
Done road in the focus fucked up all the panel

You ain't got the bottle I crack you wod a snapple
Sat back I just listen when they babble

He don't even no why I left Bleeding baffeled
Back to Giving out these tickets coming like a Raffle

Killers in the mist
Gripping on the 5th
I ain't boasting bout this s*** I just say sayin it how it is
You were at your mumsies Raiding out the fridge
Armed feds when in my mum raiding out the crib

Sitting in cell waiting for a letter waiting for a pic waiting for a ticks

Little g on the road playing with my gibs
When I touch back road he gota payment for quick

Break me of a chip
Show you how I roll
Done on my on just incase I flopped then I brang in all my bros
What the f*** you think this is
Can't bring Knife to a gun fight like raiders of the lost ark I'm Indiana Jones

Straight drop like asco
Come get a Picasso
Cause a fiasco
No saint like Castro
Done wing like a sparrow till I made it back home
Done the sam etching again hope I don't get bagged bro
All my Cali certi
You're green fake like Astro
I buck Americans that say it taste like back home
They say it take two to tango
It only take one to mash doe
If They say 3s a crowd the that ain't ur man

Do t cause me no Aggro
Hand gun make a man go
I nearly sold it when I was mad low
I can't yh let that go
Line me a movie I lined u one back bro
He got white and dark keys I hit him paino
Ran up in the gaff duffel stuffing no in like paxo
All way been the man of the house I never had Dad home
Life a b**** wait in line for the Gang h**
Even hoes wanna take me out we ain't going

A lot man snaked me when we were mad close
On sight Stab to the dam bone
On the the same strip were they buried my nans bones
Lisa simpson They still Phone like saxo

Worrie bout me you should be worried bout getting hold of your cash flow
If Man ever ran low
I no you're them bros them Stand close
But I heard In the heat of the moment they ran home