Like Home - MadMarcc, Lil Baby

Got a Draco in the closet

With a wood grain handle

I’m around every countries

Nigga play again, it’s mantle

Run it up now, ooh

Give a damn, we 'on't care what a nigga think

(Yeah, yeah)

Run it up now, ooh

Give a damn, I’mma take this money to the bank

(Yeah, yeah)

I’ve been all around the world (yeah)

But the trap still, trap still feel like home

(Yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Said the trap still feel home

Reppin' on the road, said he doin' shows

Didn’t see that, I pray for her I know but-

Trappin' with my bros, trappin' with bros

All I know, it’s the way we have growed up

Lookin' at my mint like, «What?, It’s cold»

Lookin' at my wrist, that pussy mad 'cause he froze up

Pull up in that Lamborghini, throw the doors up

Nigga want some smoke, wait hold up

We can not wait to show up

I might be the one who got him rockin' like a boulder

Fuck 'em, when I’m on a Perc'

Won’t touch 'em when I’m sober

Put him in your armor shirt, won’t put him on a poster

Glizzy in my pocket, I can’t rock it, ain’t no hoes here

You my flow, would sit there, know that it would give him pneumonia

Know that I be drippin', and know that I keep it on

Draco in the closet, them motherfuckers so rude

Sippin' post, I said the trap still feel like home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Said the trap still feel home

Thousand miles away, I be gone

I got rich and famous, I’m high, I still pick up the phone

But I wasn’t down the road, yeah

Free the fuckin' bros, yeah

I can change these hoes out, like I change my clothes now

I can’t not, my heads and my lung dog and they clean for while

Stop posting my picture of my drip, they won’t have no style

Hundid thousand in my pocket had napping, you know I get a profile

Niggas think I’m sweet, tryna lick me and it’s gon' to go south

Never try to dish you a bashing move, on with no problems

One thing that I know is your dollars up, get on my swuad

They out still like slime, someone go get my drive

Crying when you might not come home, that’s what I call silent

Fuck around and found me a plug, and vinced for exotics

Never goin' back to my hood, 'cause I ain’t gon' leave a body

Make sure that my people, them good, that’s what I care about

I said the trap still feel like home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I said the trap still feel home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Said the trap still feel home