Come and Go

Girls come and go like the time with my summer clothes
I don't want no hoe
Getting bank with my real bros
He don't want no smoke
Yeah he mad that we gettin' dough
(Yeesh)
Cuz he crossed us
He don't got no commas

Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas
Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas

In and out I been runnin' up checks
Everybody want in cuz a nigga up next
See me doing good now they sending me the texts
But I don't turn my head, I just pull up and I flex
I just pulled up and I'm counting these fifties
Ice in my rice, got tired of rice krispies
Talkin' that talk but I know you aint with me
You switch up like a hoe when you see that I'm drippin'
Tired of hearin' you talkin' I'm just walking I been flexin' tho
You know I can't keep a bitch so hold up, why you tweaking hoe
Why these niggas fronting they just stunting I don't even know
Called that girl your hoe but when she see me that bitch touchin' toes
I don't wanna pour no more fours I'm just rolling I been rollin beans
I don't wanna fuck with no hoes, gotta main girl makin' love to me
I don't wanna smoke no more dope, I'm just pourin' I been pourin' lean
But I wanna keep makin' dough I just wanna travel, travel overseas

Girls come and go like the time with my summer clothes
I don't want no hoe
Getting bank with my real bros
He don't want no smoke
Yeah he mad that we gettin' dough
(Yeesh)
Cuz he crossed us
He don't got no commas

Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas
Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas

Remember last summer when you hit me on the gram
Said you wanna chill with me and maybe smoke some gram
But I don't even know you bitch you don't know who I am
So I linked once and hit it like you wish it was your man
Tireda niggas frontin actin like they done it all
Free bro Codi and lil Bao charged with battery and assault
Tireda bitches showing up when they see a nigga ball
My brothers come before them cuz for me they'd take the fall

Fuck on your ex, bought her that gucci
Now she on me, sparin' that coochie
Man, these hoes cappin' they don't want me
Cut them off like the tags I'm poppin'
Hit my phone up, I can make your Gucci fantasy
We been on and off, mean that she the right for me
Really want the right girl, she be selling me
She thinks it's just buying-selling
Ain't my cup of tea

Girls come and go like the time with my summer clothes
I don't want no hoe
Getting bank with my real bros
He don't want no smoke
Yeah he mad that we gettin' dough
(Yeesh)
Cuz he crossed us
He don't got no commas

Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas
Yeah, with them commas
Drop out with them commas
Don't shoot out your problems
We just throw them commas



Credits
Writer(s): Aathreya Murthy
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