OfficialRMB – GO HOME

OfficialRMB – GO HOME Lyrics

Artist: OfficialRMB
Song: GO HOME

We come from a place when it’s dark
It’s so cold your heart might stop
With no lean we ain’t drinking Ciroc
We messing on shorties we don’t like alot

She like it she singing alot
We having a party we turning up blocks
We smoking some weed and get high
Brodie ain’t messing around wit the nine

Catch a opp get em by surprise
They all scared so they hide
Messing with demons ain’t really the meaning
So we all leave with forgiveness

Praying to GOD my soul to take
Cause all of theses n#gg#s be snakes
Moving through grass all over the place
They rather get shot with a gun in they face

Them n#gg#s ain’t really on nothing
Now we turning nothing into something
Spinning the block you ain’t hearing it coming
After that n#gg#s back off and start running

Passing the grip while we spinning the whip
Hop out let it flock then we dip
My n#gg#s be having them blicks
Spinning again to make sure he deceased

Who we smoking? We smoking on dead’s
From the shooting they left em on red
Bro with the nine you heard what said
Now they acting deaf in the ears

Shout out to all of my peer’s
To making sure that win
This is the things I cannot pretend
We losing our self when it’s gonna end

See the hate and I love it
n#gg#s act tuff in this b#tch till I up it
JB just bugging I’m causing a ruckus
Bullets sipper right through his ligament stomach

All them n#gg#s outside start thumping
Just like he Ricky that boy get to running
n#gg#s been butt y’all n#gg#s ain’t nothing
Me and brody gon shoot up the function

Like
What the f#ck is you on?
n#gg#s tryna be gangsters but they move on
When I’m tryna do me i’m just making theses songs

When I see you see me then you better perform, like
When i’m getting them gone I’m bout to produce I ain’t showing remorse, like
Man i’m getting them gone I’m bout to produce I ain’t showing remorse
n#gg#s changing and it’s messed up

n#gg#s done forgot about who had blessed them
You ain’t riding then boy get to stepping
We gon make them fly high like the Jetson
Me and bro toting on Smith & Wessons

But if we don’t got em we beat em like Tekken
Me and bro toting on Smith & Wessons
But if we don’t got em we beat em like Tekken
(Glahh

Glahh, Glah Boom!)
Every opp shot
Ah!
Everything for Bindy n#gg#

We come from a place when it’s dark
It’s so cold your heart might stop
With no lean we ain’t drinking Ciroc
We messing on shorties we don’t like alot

She like it she singing alot
We having a party we turning up blocks
We smoking some weed and get high
Brodie ain’t messing around wit the nine

Catch a opp get em by surprise
They all scared so they hide
Messing with demons ain’t really the meaning
So we all leave with forgiveness

Praying to GOD my soul to take
Cause all of theses n#gg#s be snakes
Moving through grass all over the place
They rather get shot with a gun in they face
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Release Year: 2022