HEADED HOME FREESTYLE BY BREXTON

Uh nigga I'm headed home, nigga I'm headin' home

 

I'm on my grind, you some synthetic hoes

 

I ain't synthetic, though

 

I walk around with an aesthetic hoe

 

Them niggas eyes low, Mephisto

 

And I pull up with a Glocky, fuck your sympathetic tone

 

I know you fakin nigga, I'm semipro

 

Bitches talk to me in an apologetic tone

 

But everything's alright cuz I'm headed home

 

Yeah, I'm headed home, I be headed home

 

 

 

Bitches call my phone I ignore 'em, do not text me, hoe

 

But they still go and text me though

 

Bitches got the Backwoods, just let me know

 

Lemme know if you wanna fuck, ready set and go

 

And bitches all on my nut, bust a nut, bitch, no point in lettin go

 

And I'd let 'em know, let 'em know, let em know

 

And I don't fill in for niggas, fulfillin' my life, I ain't no detective though

 

But I detect when hoes think they can end a hoe

 

Text a hoe then I go and sext a hoe, then I left her cold

 

Left a hoe, walk in wit an angelic glow

 

What she really want? Her eyes got a hellish glow

 

But I ain't selfish though like you a selfish hoe

 

Let it go baby let it go just let it go

 

No point in carryin grudges foreva and eva, hoes got a pathetic hope

 

Thinkin they can escape me, where am I headed though?

 

I ain't really sure if I'm headin' home

 

But I know for sure life be really festive, though

 

And I know niggas gon be gettin mowed

 

Like they zombies from Plants vs Zombies, they obsessed with hoes

 

They like Nikki and shit, no Bear, nigga, you walk in and be smellin dough

 

Face to face with demons and shit, got an energetic flow

 

But I rap monotone, piss on yo tombstone, she heavenly, she majestic glow

 

And I could never let her go but I am so fuck that, I let her go

 

And I'll let her know that I'm lettin go but fuck that shit yea I'm headed home

 

I got ammo to shoot niggas with, poetic flow

 

I write poems 'bout life n shit, domestic woes

 

When I pull up with my niggas we start shootin at tens of hoes

 

And I'm with my bros, she enter aesthetic mode

 

Nigga we beast mode and shit, unrelenting foes

 

When I walk in wit the spliff, my collective goal

 

Is to shoot you hoes and sell your souls, uh

 

Some depressive hoes, you got a wretched soul

 

I retch on hoes, it spread below, you betta' know that we headin' home

 

Yeah I'm headed home, I get the dough, never textin hoes

 

Only sexting hoes, get neck from hoes

 

My neck is cold, bitch, my neck is bruised, I get head from hoes

 

Headed home, yea I'm headed home, so let them know

 

I'm headin' home bitch I'm headed home to my dreaded home

 

Dreaded hoes, I cause dread to hoes, would never be dreadin hoes

 

I don't dread no foes, bitch, you better show and I'm spendin so

 

Much money I need to start spendin slow

 

Bitches know this hoe, fuckin Pepsico

 

Bitch kiss my ass, is your ass even hetero?

 

And I get the dough real fast, I'm heading home and gettin' close

 

Ready set and go, I had to set them hoes, had to set a hoe

 

Free, nigga, free nigga, set a hoe-hoe

 

Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe-hoe

 

Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe-hoe

 

Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe-hoe

 

Let 'em know oh that I'm headed home oh

 

 

 

Uh nigga I'm headed home, nigga I'm headin' home

 

I'm on my grind, you some synthetic hoes

 

I ain't synthetic, though

 

I walk around with an aesthetic hoe

 

Them niggas eyes low, Mephisto

 

And I pull up with a Glocky, fuck your sympathetic tone

 

I know you fakin nigga, I'm semipro

 

Bitches talk to me in an apologetic tone

 

But everything's alright cuz I'm headed home

 

Yeah, I'm headed home, I be headed home

 

 

 

Boo'd up boo'd up and shit like that, like Nettspend, got the scented soap

 

Bitches fucking on me slow and deep, demented souls

 

Depraved ass hoes fuckin set aglow, set aglow, set aglow

 

When I was with you shit was better now it's worse, bitch I'll be coming back

 

And now your ass be runnin' back

 

And we gon' run it back, we gon run it fast

 

Niggas yeah they runnin fast

 

Bitches mad but fuck all that, she love it bad

 

She want it bad, she love me bad, she wanna fuck me bad

 

But fuck all that, I need the fuckin cash

 

I need the fuckin racks, I need the fuckin stacks

 

So come and give me that, run your ass

 

You better run real fast 'fore I catch your ass and shoot your ass

 

With a Glock and shit as we smoke on gas

 

And I got the dough bitch blood on the grass

 

And dead bodies and shit and concrete stained with blood

 

When I find your ass you better fuckin' run, run

 

And bitch I pull up with guns, guns, guns

 

Cuz me and my gang we not dumb, dumb, dumb

 

And I leave a nigga so numb, numb, numb

 

And bitch, did I say I was done, done, done?

 

And I won't give you none, none, none

 

All black like a nun, nun, nun

 

Bitch, you're really no one, one, one

 

And you was never my number one, one, one

 

But hoe, do you wanna fuck, fuck fuck?

 

I make you cum, cum, cum, ayy-ayy, what the fuck-uck-uck?

 

Tell me what-what-what? Ayy, she gon' suck-suck-suck

 

'Til it numb-numb-numb, baby, what's love-ove-ove?

 

And I'm high above-bove-bove

 

We in Cancun, we tough, tough, tough

 

You think your life is rough, rough, rough?

 

Well it ain't 'cause I called your bluff

 

Got all this dough and I won't give you none

 

Bitch, what the fuck? Fuck off 'fore you get shot up

 

And this money, it goes up, bitches mad 'bout stuff

 

And these hoes, mutt, mutt, and I'll find you when I'm done-one-one

 

Bitch, you think you're gruff? Your life's all fluff

 

Get good nigga motherfucker, cigarettes I puff

 

And you could never be my lover, you like smut, uh

 

Snuff, bitch, you get snuffed, I got the duffle bug, uh, sendin' me subs

 

Uh, and these bitches, they dumb, they're stumped

 

Can't figure out, I leave a nigga cuffed

 

Handcuffed to the table as I kill his ass, that's enough

 

Th-th-that's enough! Ayy, fuck off, you huff and you puff

 

You puff and you huff, shut the fuck up, shut up, uh

 

As my eyes close shut as I drift off into sleep I know I'm good enough

 

You hoes be stuck and lovestruck, I call my plug

 

She on my nuts, knuckle up, I got muscles, bitch, I'm buff

 

I can kill your ass with one punch, one touch

 

One dance nigga, ayy-ayy-ayy, you're my lunch

 

And them niggas wan' act so grunge

 

I was in them trenches, I plunged

 

Into the damn deep end a bunch, uh-uh

 

When I find your ass I will munch, uh-uh

 

And I clench my fists, I clench my fists, I clench my fists

 

And these niggas they don't understand that I'm so fucked up

 

And I know I'm fucked, and I know it sucks

 

Y'all niggas be some losers, you know what's up

 

And I hop in the cruiser while you bitches run

 

And you know I got a future, your futures will never come