I Hate Home (feat. Dess Dior)

I hate home, ****, the fuck

I ain’t never comin’ home

You ain’t never, ever, ever gon’ get ya bitch back, the fuck?

Fuck out my face ho

Cocaine ones, **** callin’ me his dope girl

Ignoring all his calls, got him blowin’ up my homegirls

Told a **** if he wanna top me, make my toes curl

I been acting bad all Summer, it’s the ho world

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Woke up in the mornin’, had to get the fuck up out of there

He lookin’ for me, I’m outside, that ****, he ain’t mine

Your baby daddy on Facetime, keep talkin’ bout your baby crying

We done hit the streets again, we like **** with sentences

Acting like a girl and shit, got too many bitch tendencies

Want me in the house, you gotta give me the same energy

Don’t let no **** tell you nothing bad about me, he hurt

You can block me all you want, but you still ate it out my skirt

(Pussy)

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Man, shut up and buy a bag bitch a Birkin or two

You at home, we outside acting bad, I hate that for you

Don’t act like your **** put up, I’ll take that from you

See, that’s what happen when a young bitch got more paper than you

(Huhhhh?)

Middle of the Summer, I can make that temperature go down

**** ain’t tryna let me out the house, it’s gettin’ tore down

Big Dess

Bet not tempt that, I put that check first

The way I keep it pushin’, known for makin’ that **** chest hurt

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

Yeah, I hate home, ****, I hate home

We ain’t worried bout no ****, bitch get off your phone

Bitch, I’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes

If he ask you where you goin’, tell him I hate home

(Outro)

We hate home ****, we ain’t ever coming motherfuckin’ home bitch

Pack yo motherfuckin’ bags hoe, you ain’t never comin’ back on my mama