Come On'

Come on y'all niggas really be hating
Y'all just mad cause I got the cash and my jeans look like I really be skating
Come on
Y'all niggas patiently waiting ima go run up ima go fuck it up
So every day is a special occasion
I making special arrangements
Niggas be saying they run up check but y'all niggas really be faking
And capping and you niggas be napping
I gotta get it and stack it
I put the track ina casket
These niggas ain't in my bracket
I count the paper like packets

I'm taking off like a rocket, drop it
Lil niggas be flocking, stop it
Keep a safe gotta lock it
Yeah I walk it how I talk it

Ohh I sound like the migos
I like how she eat the dick like Doritos
Shoutout Saul that be my slime that be m amigo (Slatt)

Ohh yeah clap it bad lil mama she bag it
Like Venus sirena need racquets
I'm the type to stuff the racks in addict
Spitting hot like a mufuckin Dragon
I'm the bomb like osama bin laiden

I get the bag fasho I'm tryna be on the road
What the fuck do I look like staying at home
Niggas like who write yo songs
Niggas just mad cause it come off the dome
These Niggas know how it go she got her a nigga but be in my phone
I wanna travel the world just me in my Niggas I need me sum shows
I do not care bout these niggas as long as my money is stacking and grows
All the Thooters they diggin a nigga cause I got yeezy my toes
You know that I'm not a skater but I got supreme on my clothes



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Martin
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