I hate home, n***a, the fuck
I ain’t never comin’ home
You ain’t never, ever, ever gon’ get ya bitch back, the fuck?
Fuck out my face ho

Cocaine ones, n***a callin’ me his dope girl
Ignoring all his calls, got him blowin’ up my homegirls
Told a n***a if he wanna top me, make my toes curl
I been acting bad all Summer, it’s the ho world

Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate homе

Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hatе home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Woke up in the mornin’, had to get the fuck up out of there
He lookin’ for me, I’m outside, that n***a, he ain’t mine
Your baby daddy on Facetime, keep talkin’ bout your baby crying
We done hit the streets again, we like n***as with sentences
Acting like a girl and shit, got too many bitch tendencies
Want me in the house, you gotta give me the same energy
Don’t let no n***a tell you nothing bad about me, he hurt
You can block me all you want, but you still ate it out my skirt
(Pussy)
Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Man, shut up and buy a bag bitch a Birkin or two
You at home, we outside acting bad, I hate that for you
Don’t act like your n***a put up, I’ll take that from you
See, that’s what happen when a young bitch got more paper than you
(Huhhhh?)
Middle of the Summer, I can make that temperature go down
N***a ain’t tryna let me out the house, it’s gettin’ tore down
Big Dess
Bet not tempt that, I put that check first
The way I keep it pushin’, known for makin’ that n***a chest hurt

Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home
Yeah, I hate home, n***a, I hate home
We ain’t worried bout no n***a, bitch get off your phone
Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

(Outro)
We hate home n***a, we ain’t ever coming motherfuckin’ home bitch
Pack yo motherfuckin’ bags hoe, you ain’t never comin’ back on my mama