Broken Homes (feat. Nafe Smallz, M Huncho & Gunna)

We coming from broken homes
 My niggas still smoking cones
 And bitches knowing all the songs
 The Rollie need frozen stones
 And we be trapping on them phones like BT
 And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T
 I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)
 I fuck her with the Rolex on (Rolex on)
 Yeah
 The price too low, we ain't pulling up to that show (Nah)
 I'm repping for the O, the CEO, and I got the shoes on gold (Yeah)
 I made a type of money I ain't seen before
 Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law
 It's 4am, I might creep some more
 Bad lil' bitch she gon' freak some more
 Yeah, yeah, uh
 The bottom ain't a place for me
 I'm running to the money impatiently
 In a room full of niggas you would hate to meet (Yeah)
 All I ever did is wait patiently
 But that was never getting nothing done for me
 We strapped on the body like dungarees
 She wanna fuck the kid and make love with me
 The zone still lit, and you know the joint still lit, ay
 You smoking one spliff, I'm smoking one zip
 I tell them niggas get it how you live (Yeah)
 You're looking at your wrist, and you ain't got a crib
 I tell them niggas get it how you live (Yeah)
 We're buying more bricks, we're buying more sticks
 They told me I should get it how I live
 We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)
 My niggas still smoking cones (Smoking cones)
 And bitches knowing all the songs
 The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)
 And we be trapping on them phones like BT
 And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T
 I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)
 I fuck her with the Rolex on
 Brown sugar, I was just rolling stones (Rolling stones)
 Hero' plus the long black coat (Yeah)
 Heroin in my pores (Yeah)
 I was in an all black cab with a bad b
 She had to ask if this is Fake Taxi
 Need to take this kilo home (Yeah, kilo home)
 Nokia, all my phones (Yeah)
 Still stressed, got a broken dome (Dome)
 Bought a ting just to match my clothes
 No face, no case, straight ace
 Wimbledon Rolex on (Rolex on)
 Nafe could've hit her with the ice on deck
 No Riz gotta bill it with Smallz (Bill it with Smallz)
 No, prick, I don't answer your calls (No no)
 Broken homes and it wasn't my fault (Yeah)
 Got some bags in a bag in the vault
 Got some dude from Swiss on my coat (On my coat)
 This ain't no joke
 Jugg on my own
 Got me a house on the road
 I'm real and it's all in my bone (Bone)
 Broken homes but I didn't fold (I didn't fold)
 I got me some cash and it doesn't fold
 I smoke me a zip, I sign out from the world (Yeah, yeah)
 We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)
 My niggas still smoking cones (Smoking cones)
 And bitches knowing all the songs (All the songs)
 The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)
 And we be trapping on them phones like BT
 And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T
 I be in the coldest zones
 I fuck her with the Rolex on
 I fuck her with the Rolex on (Yeah)
 I fuck her to all of my songs (Yeah)
 I put a chandelier in my home (Yeah)
 I'm hopping on a lear and I'm gone (I'm gone)
 I fuck her like a dog need a bone (A bone)
 I'm with Thug to pull the choppers all rose (All rose)
 Now I spend 100 thousand on clothes (On clothes)
 Fashion week I did a video for Vogue (Yeah)
 Ask around, I been off the Porsche (Been off a Porsche)
 Her ass fat and her hair real long (Hair real long)
 See these nigga and I'm smokin' on the narcs (On narcs)
 Run 4 and I get in my zone (Get in my zone)
 In the kitchen, had to cook it with a fork (With a fork)
 Life's changed now my car is a Porsche (Is a Porsche)
 And that nigga dripping harder then ya boy (Yeah)
 So now my niggas have a party with ya whore (Party with ya whore)
 Hit the club and pop a bottle with ya boy (Bottle with ya boy)
 We got money, gotta let these bitches know (Let these bithces know)
 Paint a picture, got a A+ in art (A+ in art)
 And my ye with the top out the car
 Want a star, so I iced out the star (Iced out the star)
 Fuck the cops, we don't live by the law (Live by the law)
 He a bitch, I been rich with a saw
 You lil niggas don't know what I saw (Don't know what I saw)
 We coming from broken homes
 My niggas still smoking cones
 And bitches knowing all the songs
 The Rollie need frozen stones
 And we be trapping on them phones like BT
 And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T
 I be in the coldest zones
 I fuck her with the Rolex on