BlocBoy JB - Home Alone lyrics

[Intro] (God damn, IV) Yeah Yeah Yeah (Phew) Let's go (Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up) Is it doing the scale? (Uh, yeah) Alright Yeah Mmph (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh (Word) Uh (Word) Uh, uh, uh (Word, word) [Chorus] This the life I choose (Life I choose) Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Wipe his nose) I'ma get you gone (Get 'em gone) Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it's stupid strong I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone) [Verse] We got lots of straps, I double tap to get you gone (Grrah) Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (Word, word) Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (Mobile phones) They ran in lil' Sleeper's spot, b*tch, that's the wrong home (Wrong home) Cuz popped a bean backwards, eyes look like honeycomb (Honeycomb) And I got mob ties (Mob ties) like I'm Honeycomb (Mob ties) And I got mob ties (Mob ties) like I'm Al Capone (Mob ties) These ni**as McDonald's fries (Huh? Huh?), a dollar just to get 'em gone (That's on my mama) A cop can't ask me for ID (Word), I am not the driver (Driver) Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I'm a slider (Slider) b*tch, I'm sendin' dreads, turn all my ni**as into riders (Riders) Fell in love with the Grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Crip) Face shot leave him no ID like restricted callers (Callers) Really don't beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (Bloggers) 2014, I was bangin' set (Crip, Crip, Crip), a forty in my joggers I swear them ni**as didn't wanna see me in that Impala On Crip, ni**a (Facts) [Chorus] This the life I choose (Yeah) Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah) I'ma get you gone (Get you gone) Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it's stupid strong I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone) This the life I choose (Yeah) Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah) I'ma get you gone (Get you gone) Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it's stupid strong I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it's Home Alone (Home Alone) [Outro] What? What? Home Alone What? What? Get 'em gone Off a phone At his dome What is wrong with these pussy-ass ni**as? Ha, ha Clay, clay, clay, clay, clay Yessir fu*k you talkin' 'bout, ni**a? Big Bloc Fah