Emilio Paredes
Home Run
Chorus: Steezefield

I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't fuck with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right

Verse 1: Emilio Paredes

Now who gonna stop me when I pull up so effortless
You see I am shining like the gold on my necklace
Said I wasn't meant for this
I said I get my ends from this
Now they hurting bad
I swear these motherfuckers sensitive
I was takin' blue pills
Didn't wanna be alive
Doors on the wip
Now only type of suicide
My confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]
Faded off his end though
I just want to ball
Like my funds never end though
Furnessin' like Stephan
I'm shootin' like clay
Before I'm 23, I need a deal like I'm Dray [?]
But the summer is coming, but I don't feel warm
I been a [?], when I said this before

If you don't know my name after this
You go know it, so young but I swear to god I'm blowing
I been working, I been slapping
Boy I'm all about that action
You gon' see the bigger picture
I don't need to ride a caption, no

Chorus: Steezefield

I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't fuck with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right

Verse 2: Emilio Paredes

Bitch you can put your hands down
This is not a charity
All my fucks to give
Now there is such a rarity
New shit when I'm rocking
You can never get a parody
If I had to be you
Then I prolly would be scared of me
We don't play no games now
We grow all the fuck up
Knew you back in highschool and still you always a fuck up
Gotta get my books up
Bitch you was a busta
Reppin' for my blocka, blocka
You don't want none
I been gone a minute
But I'm workin' on a mixtape
All my dogs on board like riptape
Its been taking longer cause I'm asking "what's your bitch think?"
Everything you do is what your bitch hate
Pull up with my team top down and in my new ride
You can pass that shit if you don't like
Money ain't a problem dawg I won't lie
When I see what I want it'll be mine

Chorus: Steezefield

I just wanna smoke some
Baseball, bad blunt
Hit a homerun
I don't take advice from no one
Me and my man's, yeah my homie's
Go so dumb
Don't fuck with no one
Bad little thing in my ride (in my ride)
I keep her by my side (by my side)
Flex with them yeah
I just might
I been stackin' paper, them numbers look right (x2)

Outro: Emilio Paredes

Now who gonna stop me when I pull up so effortless
You see I am shining like the gold on my necklace
Said I wasn't meant for this
I said I get my ends from this
Now they hurting bad
I swear these motherfuckers sensitive
I was takin' blue pills
Didn't wanna be alive
Doors on the wip
Now only type of suicide
My confidant lose a lotta confidence [?]...