Kidd Vintage, Naitivity and Kvng Casanova - Home Alone

Ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy (Let's go, let's go)
Weed, ooh, weed ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Kevin this is nice)

I got a pink bandana (Who?)
Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch)
Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more
My fingers are sore
Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh)
Beef and chicken, it's roasted (Ooh, ooh)
I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for)
Can't fuck with you no more
Fuck my life, I can't deal with it
Most of your music is shit (It's shit)
Don't give a fuck about niggas that hate
I'ma say it again
My shoes and my socks got holes (Yeah)
Leave me alone (Leave me alone)
Why don't you pick up the phone?
Hold up, I got two cups
So pour up, pour it up
Weed, ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
What the fuck? (Oh, icytee)

Ayo!
Bitch, I am back like I'm Herpes
At this point, no one can hurt me
Even them niggas that are out there in Kearsney
Or Howick, or Durb's
My nigga I'm cold as a burg
My nigga I'm fly as a bird
Don't talk to me, nigga if you are a turd
I run up a check
The ice on my wrist, the ice on my neck
It's him in the flesh
The K.V.N.G, they know I am next
But I got the Kidd
We coming up strong, now that ain't a fib
My nigga, we lit, but they gonna hate
It is what it is
My nigga, we icy
No cap, no kizzy
I hope that you like me
Your girl getting feisty
But I do not care 'cause I got a wifey
My nigga we doing it big and strong
Like a task, activity (Fuck)
Rapping 'til infinity (Fuck)
Here comes my nigga, I'm talking about Naitivity (Fuck, fuck)

I got a pink bandana (Who?)
Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch, let's go!)
Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more
My fingers are sore (Ooh, ooh)
Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh)
Beef and chicken, it's roasted
I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for)
Can't fuck with you no more
Fuck my life, I can't deal with it
Most of your music is shit (It's shit, shit)
Don't give a fuck about niggas that hate
I'ma say it again
My shoes and my socks got holes
Leave me alone (Leave me alone)
Why don't you pick up the phone? (Why don't you?)
Hold up, I got two cups
So pour up, pour it up
Weed, ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
What the fuck? (Oh, what the fuck?)

Look at my wrist (Yeah)
It's shining bright than your wrist (Let's go, let's go)
In a fight and I'm fighting my demons
Left dodge with a miss
I cannot resist, to be on the top
That's why nigga piss
Eating the diamonds, that why niggas don't like 'em
'Cause you all naming grills
I'm back on my shit
And you know that I'm lit
Coming to win
Made from the dirt and I'm smashing the pit
'Cause you know I am fit
Coming to win, comin' your way
Niggas don't know how to play
I am the greatest, okay?
Riding the beat 'cause I want it to lay
Real niggas, sixteenth of May
A game with vision
Niggas came with a mission
I'm ridin' on the top, it's sweet like a mop
But now we on decision
I cannot be trippin'
Me and your bae we be kissin'
That's why you creepin'
Giving no fucks, that's why I'm not leaping (Fuck, fuck)
It's Kidd and you know that we winnin' (Fuck, fuck)

I got a pink bandana (Who?)
Takin' it down with Fanta (Bitch, let's go!)
Home alone, I ain't playing with niggas no more
My fingers are sore
Keep me posted (Ooh, ooh)
Beef and chicken, it's roasted (Ooh, ooh)
I got niggas crying for mercy (Crying for)
Can't fuck with you no more
Fuck my life, I can't deal with it
Most of your music is shit (It's shit, shit)
Don't give a fuck about niggas that hate
I'ma say it again
My shoes and my socks got holes
Leave me alone (Leave me alone)
Why don't you pick up the phone? (Why don't you?)
Hold up, I got two cups
So pour up, pour it up
Weed , ooh, weed, ooh (Yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Bandile Sibisi, Nduduzo Sithole, Zipho Tshabalala

Publisher:
Lyrics © Naitivity

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