Mouse On Tha Track
I’m Home (Free Oss)
[Verse 1]
I'm a Hispanic, please don't panic
Used to hide my strap & work up in the attic
On the border nervous cuz in my baggage I got package of some xanax
I'm out here Robbin, call me baskin
Blunts is ashy, got that bad skin, get the Vaseline
Flew out the state not for a vacay but to get paid
Touchdown in Atlanta & I felt like julio j
Now I'm in Carolina with the panthers, no Malcolm x
Wanted fuck with them chickens I ain't talking Chick-Fil-A
Ran out of nugs so imma bag you this shake
Skinny mothafucka eating more than I weigh
I'm just driving thru zone 3 while bumping bankroll
If you making money your own way, don't let nobody tell you that ain't a hustle
I come with that danger call me Russell
All my patnas wild we from the concrete jungle
In Dallas with a 9 but I'm nothing like romo
Me & juug man oss was speeding in stolo
To you she might be innocent, but she's the freakiest bitch i ever met
You was counting the first president while I was thumb wrestling Ben franklins
They kept on messing with my Patna, told him hakunamatata
We gon ride & solve this problem, if we have to we'll heart stop em
I'm just sorting out our options
Selling drugs, just like an auction
In love with Mary Jane, I'm peter Parker
Isaa, he a heavy smoker
I'm always winning where's my token
Chain on my neck she got a choker
Never frowning like the joker
Bitches love Taylor swift man they some snorters
Get out my range, you're not a rover
I smashed that bitch like Kanye west smashed a corolla
My name might not be Jody but I am a high roller
All these fools are garden snakes, hard to see unlike a cobra
I done been around, west, 3rd & east coast
2016 & I'm still wearing girbauds
ADHD so hard for me to pay attention
Was locked up for a while but I came out more aggressive
Everything you hear you probably shouldn't believe
Unless you're listening to me bc I can back up what I speak
When I was a kid my parents ain't have time for me
Same shit for my patnas so we grew up in the streets
Was already off the porch before I was a teen
My cousin might be Rambo ready for war with hella amo
I got more bars than a hundred pack
& im more dope than that shit that you snort that'll you give your ass that heart attack
They want me to give in but when I want some I'll go get it
She a creeper just like jeeper
Like your sneakers, imma keep em
Grew up seeing people posted at the meter selling reefa out the beeper
If they run their mouth then you should sleep em
I'm on your head just like a bounty
Got locked up in Dallas county
Yea bitch I'm a libra so how can I not fuck with a scale
The past is the past, I'd like to change it but oh well
Golden state 23 is what I sell
Bitch I'm really street, I'm asphalt
Couldn't stop staring & that's the ass fault
Intercontinental, yea, isa he's dean Ambrose
Crept & then we came & then we took back what they owe
Got that eye opener, rocky, that balboa
I'm in Cleveland dunking like Lebron, not like the donuts
I got some patnas that'll turn you to an organ donor
Never switched it like a stick shift
Frank Lucas with the dope, john gotti with the clippin
This Glock taking hope, fully loaded with the clip in
North Dallas mothafucka, that's where I stay
Bitch I'm going round just hitting licks
We both getting this money but the difference is you counterfeit