Yeat – Back homë Lyrics

Back homë

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"Back homë." - Yeat

Tuesday, 27 October 2026, 03:04 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 19

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I don't fly no jet, but I flew her to Milan
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars
Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po'
Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
Now, I just pull out the shots and I rock out at shows
Now, I get paid 'bout a couple of mill' for some shows
Now, I had to ride round the city with a couple of thugs
Now, I just to ride round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some gritty, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy
Yeah, I’m gon’ turn up, lil’ bitch, you gon’ suck on this shit, you gon’ take that pill quickly, no turnin’ down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel it like this, that feel so bad
Promise, nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise, nine times out of ten, you ain't never make it back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
I don't fly no jet, but I flew her to Milan
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars
Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po'
Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
Now, I just pull out the shots and I rock out at shows
Now, I get paid 'bout a couple of mill' for some shows
Now, I had to ride round the city with a couple of thugs
Now, I just to ride round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy
Yeah, I’m gon’ turn up, lil’ bitch, you gon’ suck on this shit, you gon’ take that pill quickly, no turnin’ down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel it like this, that feel so bad
Promise, nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise, nine times out of ten, you ain't never make it back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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