Broken Homes

[Intro] Blasian on the track, boy [Chorus: Nafe Smallz & M Huncho] 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 [Verse 1: Nafe Smallz] 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 shooters on go (Yeah) I made a type of money I ain't seen before Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law It’s 4 AM, I might creep some more Bad little 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 none 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 throne still lit, ayy You smoking one spliff, I'm smoking one zip I tell 'em 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 [Chorus: Nafe Smallz & M Huncho] 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 [Verse 2: M Huncho] Brown sugar, I was just rolling stones (Rolling stones) Heron Preston 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) [Chorus: Nafe Smallz & M Huncho] 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 [Verse 3: Gunna] 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) And my thirty-pointer chokers all rose (All rose) Now I spend a hundred thousand on clothes (On clothes) Fashion week, I did a video for Vogue (Yeah) Ask around, I been off the porch (I been off the porch) Her ass fat and her hair real long (Hair real long) Skinny 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) In MIA with the top out the car (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 (With a saw) You lil niggas don't know what I saw (Don't know what I saw) [Chorus: Nafe Smallz] 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