Baby Are You Home - Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert &

Future

Baby, are you home?

Baby, are you home?

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

Home, home, home, home

Baby, are you home?

Home, home, home, home

If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon' shoot you

Baby, are you home?

Yeah, yeah, she call my phone (What?)

Ask me what I’m on (Yeah)

Baby, is you home?

(Huh)

I’m in the area

Like, tell me where he going (What?)

He ain’t scaring none

You know why you text my phone, yeah

Tell me if you home

Like, baby, are you home?

(Ayy)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Huh?)

Baby, are you home?

(What?)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Like counting all my dough (Yeah), with my eyes closed (Huh)

I don’t trust a ho but I trust my ho

Like money in my pants sticking out my thigh, bro (Yeah)

Yeah, it’s Lil Uzi, like hit that eye roll (That eye roll)

I don’t got no money, that’s a lie, oh

Kinda got messy, got rid of my side ho (Yeah)

I don’t wanna fuck you if you a dry ho (What?)

Up in Mexico with the plug eating Pico de Gallo (Yeah)

You a rock star, now them pills, try those (Ayy)

Traded in my chocolate, now I got a bright ho (Uh)

Man, I got my head right (Yeah, yeah)

Man, I got my bread right (Yeah, yeah)

Livin' my life just so right (Yeah)

You can see my diamonds at night

Girl, you know I’m higher than a satellite (Satellite)

Can I come over, are you the playin' type?

Yeah, she call my phone (What?)

Ask me what I’m on (Yeah)

Baby, is you home?

(Huh)

I’m in the area

Like, tell me where he going (What?)

He ain’t scaring none

You know why you text my phone, yeah

Tell me if you home

Like, baby, are you home?

(Ayy)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Huh?)

Baby, are you home?

(What?)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

I swear, boy, you do not know me (Yeah)

Boy, you ain’t my homie (Homie)

Ballin' like I’m Kobe (Kobe)

Now I’m ballin' like Ginobili

Like, boy, your style so old (What?)

Balding like Ginobili (What?)

Pull up in that Porsche

Brittany in the Lotus (Skrrt, skrrt)

I get money, yeah (Yeah)

And I put that on my oldest (Huh)

I ain’t got no kids, so I put that on my Rollie (Rollie)

They say that he real, so that nigga got to show me

And that nigga homies really ain’t his homies (Ayy)

I got red homies, I got blue homies (Yeah)

Yeah, I got the gun, and it shoot homies

Yeah, I got them crash dummies, they my new homies (Yeah)

Girl, I made you famous

Ain’t no need to thank me

Like, yeah, I put you first, you’re my lady, yeah (Yeah)

I’m skrrtin' the water with my baby, yeah

Yeah, she call my phone (What?)

Ask me what I’m on (Yeah)

Baby, is you home?

(Huh)

I’m in the area

Like, tell me where he going (What?)

He ain’t scaring none

You know why you text my phone, yeah

Tell me if you home

Like, baby, are you home?

(Ayy)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Huh?)

Baby, are you home?

(What?)

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Baby, are you home?

(Yeah)

Baby, are you home?

Baby, are you home?

Yeah

Yeah, she call my phone

Ask me what I’m on

Like, tell me where he going

He ain’t scaring none

Baby, are you home?

Baby, are you home?