(Why the f*ck you leave me on my own?)
(Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?)
Why the f*ck you leave me on my-
(Roddy on the beat) Why the f*ck you leave me on my own? (Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?
Baby, tell me when the f*ck you coming home
Baby, tell me why you won't answer your phone
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
I been through so much shit, I gotta make it out
I don't really give a f*ck what they talkin' bout
Nigga, we was skippin' school in a vacant house
She don't know me, I bet that she know me now
Bitch, I get high, I really be rolling loud
I can't wait 'til I make it to Rolling Loud
Back then, it was cap rap, I really do it now
All of the opps down bad, goin' through it now
It's still f*ck the other side
I feel like I'm Carti, play wit gang, gon' be a homicide
And she told she love me, don't believe her, this bitch probably lying
But I still get her wet, this shit too easy, I don't even try
And I'm screaming, "F*ck 12", tell 'em, "Free the guys"
And she think she the shit, but she a treesh, smell like McDonald's fries
Talking down on Real 600 Shit, bitch, is you tryna die?
Niggas know I ride for mine, Hillside Or No Side
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
(Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
(Hillside or no side, nigga, real 600 shit)
RoddyHuncho - On My Own! Lyrics
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(Why the f*ck you leave me on my own?)
(Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?)
Why the f*ck you leave me on my-
(Roddy on the beat) Why the f*ck you leave me on my own? (Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?
Baby, tell me when the f*ck you coming home
Baby, tell me why you won't answer your phone
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
I been through so much shit, I gotta make it out
I don't really give a f*ck what they talkin' bout
Nigga, we was skippin' school in a vacant house
She don't know me, I bet that she know me now
Bitch, I get high, I really be rolling loud
I can't wait 'til I make it to Rolling Loud
Back then, it was cap rap, I really do it now
All of the opps down bad, goin' through it now
It's still f*ck the other side
I feel like I'm Carti, play wit gang, gon' be a homicide
And she told she love me, don't believe her, this bitch probably lying
But I still get her wet, this shit too easy, I don't even try
And I'm screaming, "F*ck 12", tell 'em, "Free the guys"
And she think she the shit, but she a treesh, smell like McDonald's fries
Talking down on Real 600 Shit, bitch, is you tryna die?
Niggas know I ride for mine, Hillside Or No Side
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
(Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
(Hillside or no side, nigga, real 600 shit)
(Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?)
Why the f*ck you leave me on my-
(Roddy on the beat) Why the f*ck you leave me on my own? (Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
Why the f*ck you leave me all alone?
Baby, tell me when the f*ck you coming home
Baby, tell me why you won't answer your phone
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
I been through so much shit, I gotta make it out
I don't really give a f*ck what they talkin' bout
Nigga, we was skippin' school in a vacant house
She don't know me, I bet that she know me now
Bitch, I get high, I really be rolling loud
I can't wait 'til I make it to Rolling Loud
Back then, it was cap rap, I really do it now
All of the opps down bad, goin' through it now
It's still f*ck the other side
I feel like I'm Carti, play wit gang, gon' be a homicide
And she told she love me, don't believe her, this bitch probably lying
But I still get her wet, this shit too easy, I don't even try
And I'm screaming, "F*ck 12", tell 'em, "Free the guys"
And she think she the shit, but she a treesh, smell like McDonald's fries
Talking down on Real 600 Shit, bitch, is you tryna die?
Niggas know I ride for mine, Hillside Or No Side
Really one call, get a nigga gone
5.56 runnin' through his bones
We got sticks, runnin' through your home
All your shit finna be gone
All my niggas finna be rich
Can't crash out 'bout no bitch
Times get hard, it's back to hittin' licks
If 12 hit the block, then we hopping the fence
I could really f*ck on your bitch, nigga
If I call up AntChargedUp, that boy gon' slide with a stick, nigga
All my Glocks got rapid fire, you can't duck no switch, nigga
'Member buying shoes from Payless, now we rockin' Ricks, nigga, yeah
(Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
(Hillside or no side, nigga, real 600 shit)
Writer: Terrod Wilson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid