Video Homecoming de Lilblade 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Lilblade - Homecoming Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm undeniable, my neck and wrist'll blind a ho (Yeah)
We get lots of dough, you cuffin' bitches we'd pop and go (Fuck?)
Talkin' all that boss shit, what you lying for? (Come on, nigga)
Hit a bad bitch, forget about her, yeah, it's time to go (You gotta go)
And I'm as real as it get, and you as real as a bitch (Nigga)
My niggas trippin' in whips, you niggas itchin' for lifts (Huh?)
Steady flashin' that belt, nigga, we see your shit (Put that lil'-ass shit up)
All you niggas see is money when you read my lips (Yeah, nigga)
Told my mama we gon' get it all back (Get it all back)
Nigga, I got a bad temper, better fall back (Better fall back)
Used to sit by the phone waitin' on a call back (Damn)
Now I fuck around and spend five on a ball cap (Don C)
I never needed to lie, I never needed attention (Never ever)
I speak my life, if you a real nigga, you'll feel it (Real nigga)
I know some niggas that's gon' hate, but I'ma still get it (But I'ma still get it)
Half of 'em mad 'cause they bitch find me appealin' (Haha)

[Chorus]
You can't pay for a verse, but you road runnin' (Road runnin')
Pull up in seven different whips like it's homecomin' (Like it's homecomin')
And your bitch wanna fuck 'cause that roll on me (Yeah, nigga)
Askin' if a nigga swipe 'cause the clothes on me (Damn)
You can't pay for a verse, but you road runnin' (Fuck?)
Pull up in seven different whips like it's homecomin' (Like it's homecomin')
And your bitch wanna fuck 'cause that roll on me (Cash)
Askin' if a nigga swipe 'cause the clothes on me (Yeah, uh, yeah, bitch)
[Verse 2]
MIA, you only see me when the bosses out (Richest out the D)
A couple hundred on my feet when you see me walkin' out (Louis Vuitton)
Talkin' out his neck, better tell boy to watch his mouth (Man)
Have my niggas chalk you out, it ain't shit to talk about (Bah, nah)
A young legend what they callin' me (Yeah)
It ain't no stallin' me, a real boss is what she saw in me (A real boss)
Bad bitches stalkin' me, beggin' for a call from me (Uh-huh, yeah)
Foreign shirt and jeans, shoes alone damn near cost a G ('Bout a stack, bitch)
Never pillow talk to a nigga 'cause that shit soft to me (Soft as hell)
Put the phone down, lil' nigga, run that mouth to me (Come on, nigga)
Fuckin' with my niggas, lil' dog, that shit hard to see (Damn)
R.I.P. Blade, Icewood forever 'til the death of me
Pull up in an SRT, all black (All black)
With the blood on the seats, nigga, that's 'bout a stack ('Bout a stack)
Say her main nigga purped out, I'm all facts (All facts, baby)
And this 'fit cost a grip, bitch, plus tax, nigga, uh

[Chorus]
You can't pay for a verse, but you road runnin' (Road runnin')
Pull up in seven different whips like it's homecomin' (Like it's homecomin')
And your bitch wanna fuck 'cause that roll on me (Yeah, nigga)
Askin' if a nigga swipe 'cause the clothes on me (Damn)
You can't pay for a verse, but you road runnin' (Fuck?)
Pull up in seven different whips like it's homecomin' (Like it's homecomin')
And your bitch wanna fuck 'cause that roll on me (Cash)
Askin' if a nigga swipe 'cause the clothes on me (Bitch)