Top down on da Nawf
I'm home
I can never get lost
No, no
I played the field and the coach
And they know
That's why I'm Huncho
For some reason, I can't cry (Cry)
For some reason, I am not tired
For the gang, I got to bring it home
For my grandma watchin' in the sky
You probably can't tell me nothin'
You probably'll go see me stuntin'
You probably wanna see me run
You probably wanna see me run, no, no
But I got my top down on da Nawf, yeah, yeah
Believe in what I did and what I saw, yeah, yeah
Stayin' on my word, by Lord, yeah, yeah
Mama prayin' on the devil, shake 'em off, yeah, yeah
Boulders on my shoulder, weight's on me
I will never fold up when it's on me
Stash a whole mil in the backseat
Just to move them things down the backstreet
Top down on da Nawf (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm home
I can never get lost (I can never get lost)
No, no
I played the field and the coach (I done played the whole field, for real)
And they know
That's why I'm Huncho
I done survived the gun smoke (Survived)
Some of my **** ain't survived, God bless your soul, yeah, yeah
The Codeine easin' my mind 'cause the blinds on the roads (My mind, my mind)
The Patek is rose, we hide out the flats and bandos
I'ma pull up on that **** with the five then
If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again
I got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him
Dope, trappin' up outta the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (Devote)
Watchin' me like I'm a film, they want the chips, the drip
The sauce, my hoe
I look at these **** like shrimp (Shrimp)
Fuck these ****, these **** ain't come from the Nawf (Nawf)
85 Nawf, the route (Yeah)
And I'm not leavin' 'em out (Nah)
Yeah, shippin' 'em out (Ship)
Don't let the money run out (Hey)
Top down on da Nawf (Top down on da Nawf)
I'm home
I can never get lost (I can never get lost)
No, no
I played the field and the coach (I played the field)
And they know
That's why I'm Huncho (That's why I'm Huncho)
No question, we come from the Nawf
They know we the boss (Nawf)
On this side, no map involved
I cannot get lost (No)
And we know your flaw
Everything you say is false (False)
I'ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off
No navigation needed or a GPS at all (No)
My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it cost (Ice)
Mirror, mirror, who's the richest **** of 'em all? (Mirror)
The mirror spoke to me and said, "No cap, I think it's y'all"
Takeoff
In the nighttime
We can ride there
I'ma slide on that bitch outside there
I'ma make sure my wrist on ice there
I'ma make sure my wrist on fire there
I'ma make sure my wrist on fly there
I'ma make sure my wrist on fire there
I'ma make sure my wrist outside
I'ma make sure my wrist outside then
Have you ever swam with the sharks in the deep blue, huh?
Ever been in the dark when it's no sun, huh?
Ever been on the Nawf with a hundred round drum?
With a hundred round drum
(Nawf, yeah)
Drum
(Nawf, yeah)
Drum
Pull up on me, show me outside there
Pull up on me, show me, let it fly there, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Nawf!)

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball & Ricky Harrell Jr.