Come Through

I got a couple bad bitches and and they all down to ride
Got my niggas riding with me boy I swear we on the rise
We just gettin to the money cuz tonight we outside
Got the choppers in the cut just in case they wanna try
They don't want no smoke, living in the last days
Most of us lost hope, so we strapped everyday
We don't break we don't fold, we don't fuck around wit lames
Cuz the losers gonna lose but we winning everyday

So if you riding wit us baby girl, Come Through
Word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
You wanna slide wit us then baby throw some clothes on
That's word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
So what chu waitin for

I'm not tryna catch no feelings I'm not tryna fall in love
Imma keep it blunt with all these girls when I just wanna fuck
I just ran into a diva who just want the same thing
Plus I'm living up my single life and now I do what I want
Just bagged a bitch wit her top off
Made her friends get naked
Got them dancing like these strippers chasing paper getting wasted
Taking shots of that tequila
She said nobody realer
She talkin' bout herself tho but I swear that made me feel her

So if you riding wit us baby girl, come through
Word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
You wanna slide wit us then baby throw some clothes on
That's word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
So if you riding wit us baby girl, come through
Word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
You wanna slide wit us then baby throw some clothes on
That's word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
So what chu waiting for

Just made another stack my hustle can't be cant be better
Got a different ambition when I'm craving for that cheddar
Like my bag already big but I'm just tryna make it bigger
I just wanna see more commas I ain't talking six figures
More like lucky never seven duffle bags when it's delivered
Throw it all inside the bank the debit cards would make it slimmer
Put the rest inside a safe in case the teller reconsiders
If we catch that nigga slippin' exterminate him like Hitler

Cuz I got trust issues motha fucka you could die
Got my niggas riding with me boy I swear we on the rise
We just gettin to the money cuz tonight we outside
Got the choppers in the cut just in case they wanna try
They don't want no smoke, living in the last days
Most of us lost hope, so we strapped everyday
We don't break we don't fold, we don't fuck around wit lames
Cuz the losers gonna lose, but we winning everyday

So if you riding wit us baby girl, come through
Word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
You wanna slide with us then baby throw some clothes on
That's Word to everything you'll miss me when I'm gone
So what chu waiting for



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Writer(s): Paris Roper
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