Текст песни Home Cookin' - Realname Kash & B.Horn

Ayo Kash where you been man
Let em know you back dog
I'm back did you miss me
Couple shots at my neck can't hit me nah
Leave em crippled like Timmy
Timmy
Bitches see I got a puppy want to have kids with me
Woof
Sorry I'm taken
Wifey been slayin
I just been mastering music and gamin
Don't try to box me
I'll Spongebob and weave like Plankton
What
Float like a butterfly sting like a murder hornet
That's a nice car
Jeff Gordon
This is important
Is that shit foreign
Yes it's imported it's worth like a million quarters
That's like a mortgage
Brick by brick I been buildin a fortress
All of my haters seem mad at their parents
Hmm
I might just open an orphanage

It's B Horn
Let's go
You might want to back out
I'm in the lobby and I'm really bout to spaz out
I used to smoke crack all up in a trap house
Drinking malt liquor til a mother fucker black out
But I'm back now
Rappin straight facts on this track I'm with Kash now
And this beat is kinda litty
Had to bump it through the city
With a backwood packed how does that sound
This feel like a Christmas carol
I'm the last one singing like a fat lady
Battery back is stacked oh is that shady no it's not
But I can hold his spot
When I'm holding on my cock
Steadily heavily pedaling medaling rhymes
Never been settling only thing that's on my mind
Is a flow that's so divine
That I only know to shine
Let me get a little a time
And invest it in the grind
Bye

Hi
Eatin that sweet corn
Hometown cookin been vibin with B Horn
I sell shotgun shells by the seashore
Been to the bottom doin better than before
I been runnin like I'm Bojack son
I got my flow back
Stuntin with my bro Kash
Movin like I'm DoorDash
Never call a hoe back
Dead it like a toe tag
Black Mass Brandon Johnny Depp kill the whole track
Don't duck don't ghost me
Livin in a world where every kid gets a trophy
Getting a trophy for losing is like
Getting promoted for sucking
Right
But I don't suck or give no fucks about you
And throwin dirt on me is not a sound move
Been through ups and downs like how the Dow move
You ain't walkin how you talk I doubt you

Oh I'll play nice darling
I've got an idea it's a hundred to one shot
We're not done yet
Y-yo
Poppin off I got a lot to say
My journal got a verse on every page
And every word I'm jottin carry weight
It's heavy for you please don't strain your brain
Home cookin in the sticks with yo momma and yo bitch
Put the 413 on the map for the kids
Running round in Ware graduated DARE
Momma pullin out her hair
Little Brandon was a problem cuz his daddy wasn't there
How did we get here
Hope we have better luck next year
Realname Kash and the kid B Horn
Makin moves like a king playin chess here
Just because you rappin fast doesn't mean you spaz
If you run it back I'm a Lumberjack with a hundred facts
Make a summer smash in the back of a Cadillac
Windows rolled down they could see me when I'm on they ass

Yeah
Run shit like a sewer pipe
Shittin on the beat so clean no wipe
Yeah
And I fuck a bitch all night
Bust on her face call her Snow White
Me and B Horn I'd go to war with him
Friend circle small like dwarfism
Fake friends I don't fuck with em
Dick so long must be horse in him
So high at the Outback high steaks
How you think I got all my money playin for high stakes
People like damn this his first track
Hit her with the backshots I'm makin a comeback
I'm back with artillery packed
It's hard to react
I'm comin at you spittin it fast
I'm spittin the facts
I'm comin for a million racks
They call me Kash Money
But my real name Kash