Kazzy Chase - Homecoming Lyrics

It's Kazz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And guess when I heard that?
When I was back...
Yo
Still tote it
My team still winning like Phil coachin'
That Poultry Scott pack touched & it's real potent
BAYC jpegs & yes, I'm still holdin'
She caught feels for it
She gon' kill for me
She gon' hold onto mach' & steel for me
That's that real feel
Life don't feel real
Shells on go-go
This not Kill Bill
Pop like pogo
Mix like Ill Will
They got ill feels & move with ill intentions
I don't feel pretentious
I just heal; relentless
I heard niggas ain't speaking up when they feel offended
I can't relate to them niggas, triple-dog-dare'em to send it
That's my brand on my pendant
Diamond encrusted
Check punks in these Off-White Dunks
These rappers scattered 'round the city my sons
I'm that one
MMM!
Ask cro the number of souls on that gun
Only one obligation in life & that's stunt
My nigga Scuter just bought eight cars & two trucks
And my next chain is loaded in CAD, I'm juiced up
Shout to Tuscany
Credit 760, now she stuck with me
Luckily, she heard of me
Washing digital currency
Seven-digit bound & I need to hit that shit urgently
Shorty in some Dri-Fit socks & a Hermes tee
The juxtaposition nasty
Kazzy skrrt skrrt in a coupe, nigga, like Bradley
Froze in the pose I was in, soon as she grabbed me
I ain't takin' chances on bitches who knew the past me
Changed up? Damn right, nigga, my change up
CENSORED at the function servin' brains up
All your diamonds fake, why you show up with your chains tucked?
We don't even want those
Put you niggas in Frontos
Kazzy Chase lead chase in a white Bronco
My bitch look like a model
Your bitch look like Benny Blanco
Still do drops in paper bags from McDonalds
Still smoke pot with famous people in grottos
My life pop, them niggas still poppin' bottles
Braggin' bout it
Buyin' high & then rappin' bout it
I'm tappin' out if
They ain't trappin' & cappin' bout it
We laugh about it
Charge for service & tax'em out it
Wait
Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you
Never know what you got 'til you gone
I guess that's
Why I'm here & I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that?
When I was back home

It's Kazz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And guess when I heard that?
When I was back...
Yo
Still tote it
My team still winning like Phil coachin'
That Poultry Scott pack touched & it's real potent
BAYC jpegs & yes, I'm still holdin'
She caught feels for it
She gon' kill for me
She gon' hold onto mach' & steel for me
That's that real feel
Life don't feel real
Shells on go-go
This not Kill Bill
Pop like pogo
Mix like Ill Will
They got ill feels & move with ill intentions
I don't feel pretentious
I just heal; relentless
I heard niggas ain't speaking up when they feel offended
I can't relate to them niggas, triple-dog-dare'em to send it
That's my brand on my pendant
Diamond encrusted
Check punks in these Off-White Dunks
These rappers scattered 'round the city my sons
I'm that one
MMM!
Ask cro the number of souls on that gun
Only one obligation in life & that's stunt
My nigga Scuter just bought eight cars & two trucks
And my next chain is loaded in CAD, I'm juiced up
Shout to Tuscany
Credit 760, now she stuck with me
Luckily, she heard of me
Washing digital currency
Seven-digit bound & I need to hit that shit urgently
Shorty in some Dri-Fit socks & a Hermes tee
The juxtaposition nasty
Kazzy skrrt skrrt in a coupe, nigga, like Bradley
Froze in the pose I was in, soon as she grabbed me
I ain't takin' chances on bitches who knew the past me
Changed up? Damn right, nigga, my change up
CENSORED at the function servin' brains up
All your diamonds fake, why you show up with your chains tucked?
We don't even want those
Put you niggas in Frontos
Kazzy Chase lead chase in a white Bronco
My bitch look like a model
Your bitch look like Benny Blanco
Still do drops in paper bags from McDonalds
Still smoke pot with famous people in grottos
My life pop, them niggas still poppin' bottles
Braggin' bout it
Buyin' high & then rappin' bout it
I'm tappin' out if
They ain't trappin' & cappin' bout it
We laugh about it
Charge for service & tax'em out it
Wait
Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you
Never know what you got 'til you gone
I guess that's
Why I'm here & I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that?
When I was back home