Yeah
All alone
Ghetto, I'm home alone
In a room with all these hoes
I still feel all alone

Yeah
This ain't only for the moment
Girl I say you chosen
Buss down when you rollin', everything golden
Gelato so potent
No love, no emotion
Wetter than a ocean
Pussy wetter than a ocean
Every time I'm down where your rollin' (Girl we rollin')
Big dick, baby can I put it all in?
Cartier all day, I afford it
She ride this dick in the morning
She fly, she thick, she gorgeours
Every time I hit, I'm hit fallin'

All alone
Ghetto, I'm home alone
In a room with all these hoes
I still feel all alone

Yeah I still feel alone, with these hoes
If you ain't here, it's a broken home
I can call LB for that 41
It's a naughty one
We can smoke some cones
Go to The Shard, we can go
Put you in that fresh Dior
Everywhere you step, everyone check when you walk the door
You like the soft moods, shiny Loubs
Dining date and a hotel room, yeah
Rather you, I don't have to choose
But now you got me feeling like I'm all alone

All alone
Ghetto, I'm home alone
In a room with all these hoes
I still feel all alone

This is the 9 side
Baby yeah I'm home alone, don't call my phone
You can be my Juliet, I'm Romeo
I can do up gentleman, I step with volts
Now she wanna know the way, I'm getting dough
We can go away if you want to
I know them other guys, yeah they want you now
Hopping out the Range if I want to
Now she wanna know how I step with style
I'm from the wild side
I got my baby in my fly ride
I'm with my 9 guys
And you don't wanna the corn fly

All alone
Ghetto, I'm home alone
In a room with all these hoes
I still feel all alone

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Brandon Scott, Deno Driz