Lyrics Home Alone - Kay Bandz

Got all this Fendi, my money be long
Rocking this Gucci, that Louis, Vlone
Pour up a 8 and it's 4 in the morn'
I'm feeling like Kevin, always home alone
She ain't got money, the fuck is she on?
Ain't got no heart but I keep me a chrome
Reach for my neck, you'll get hit in your dome
Clip whole 30 just leave me alone

Money in the safe and the dope in the stash house
They ain't getting paid, niggas always got they hands out
My lil nigga walk out the crib with his pipe out
When he sees a opp man he walking his ass down
She wanna go live in the hills in a big house
She just wanna travel the world and go cash out
I'm on the road counting all these racks now
I'm on the road stacking all these racks now
I don't know who to trust, I don't know who to love
I don't know who be real anymore
I don't know who to call, I don't know who to talk to
I don't know anymore
I be so paranoid, there's dope in the floor
The plug keep on calling, he said he got more
We went through the load and we bought all the store
All this pain got me staying in my zone

Got all this Fendi, my money be long
Rocking this Gucci, that Louis, Vlone
Pour up a 8 and it's 4 in the morn'
I'm feeling like Kevin, always home alone
She ain't got money, the fuck is she on?
Ain't got no heart but I keep me a chrome
Reach for my neck, you'll get hit in your dome
Clip whole 30s just leave me alone

We were eating noodles, now it's filet mignon
Reach for my neck you get hit in your dome
Clip whole 30s just leave me alone
I don't care about nobody, I be in my zone
Pour up some Wock and I'm smocking on strong
If you ain't getting money what the fuck is you on
All this jewellery on me only VVS stones
I be trapping all day, we don't talk on the phone
Shorty riding in the front seat, got two glizzys in the backseat
Wish a nigga tryna test me
Run up on me, issa homie
LBR Mob, issa family
Reach for my man, issa tragedy
I'm in my bag now they after me
I gotta move right, know they watching me

Got all this Fendi, my money be long
Rocking this Gucci, that Louis, Vlone
Pour up a 8 and it's 4 in the morn'
I'm feeling like Kevin, always home alone
She ain't got no money, the fuck is she on?
Ain't got no heart but I keep me a chrome
Reach for my neck, you'll get hit in the dome
Clip whole 30s just leave me alone
Clip whole 30s just leave me alone