(Hook:SpeakerKnockerz)

Started out with nothing, I was hungry
Now I got a couple n***as' bitches on me
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie

(Verse 1:SpeakerKnockerz)

All I wanna do is count commas
I had to make a couple bands for the come up
Got kicked out the house, I had no option
I was going through it with my mama
Ju-juggin and finnesin' had to play it raw
Smoking weed dodging feds cause my head hard
When I dropped out I said fuck all of y'all
Imagine pulling up to your school in the best car
I was born in 94 I got the tattoo
I just took his bitch that's what that cash do
If you went from broke to rich quick you would brag too
I'm sorry I finessed you out your money but I had to
(Hook:SpeakerKnockerz)

Started out with nothing, I was hungry
Now I got a couple n***as' bitches on me
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie

(Verse 2: Lil X)

Yeah, I gotta couple n***as' bitches on me
I ain't fuck wit that thot, she ugly
Smith and Wesson, That's my lonely
My first one was my OG
Now all these n***as' bitches wanna blow me
Rip SpeakerKnockerz, He a OG
Since 06' bitches wanna tote me
But I gotta lonley
N***as' think they cool but they phony
I was chillin til she hit up my n***a, Tony
Now that ho gone, I made a couple bands by my Lonely
Putting holes in N***as' like Rigatoni
Just make sure that bitch know she ain't my lonley
(Hook:SpeakerKnockerz)

Started out with nothing, I was hungry
Now I got a couple n***as' bitches on me
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie

(Verse 3: SpeakerKnockerz)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, you mad, or nah?
Fuck n***a don't want war
Them things go rah-rah-rah
These thots don't get no love
My pockets is on large
I'm swimming in the guap
I got gold all on my watch
My belt cost one of your checks
I'm throwing all this money like Brett
I know I make ya girl so wet
I know this pussy n***a upset
I'm winning I'm winning you lose
That's your fault should have never Snoozed
You broke, never make no moves
I be making movies, no Tom Cruise
(Hook:SpeakerKnockerz)

Started out with nothing, I was hungry
Now I got a couple n***as' bitches on me
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
Fuck n***a, I don't wanna be your homie