Come On P
(Come On P)
We used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin'
Now it's fifty racks when I lift my wrist up, nigga
Yeah, I got rich on my own, I ain't dick suck
Rich as fuck, still'll wipe a -
Huh, like a nigga sick or something
Keep that rifle on me, nigga, like I'm deer hunting (like I'm deer hunting)
Put the Benz in sports mode, it go two hundred
I keep big pole, you know my fat ass ain't runnin'
Nigga, run for what?
These LVs ain't got no crease or no fuckin' scuffs
Lonnie, what the fuck you got in your cup?
Tell that shit, I spent your record deal to fuck my kidneys up
All it took it was a follow back to hit that bitch you love
Knock her down, sixty minutes, ain't no Danny Glove
I done really counted five million with these two thumbs
Got my young niggas hittin' rims like a hoop run
Nigga, fuck rap, I just got a deal with NASCAR
I'm on the road neck-and-neck with Dale Earnhardt
Damn, Bandman, how the fuck you do that? (Do that)
And we ain't never seen you drive your own damn car?
I don't know, man, I thought you niggas knew that (thought you knew that)
We just drove twenty-four with some black tar
Man, where the fuck my cake, nigga? Call me Supergrams (call me Supergrams)
Uh, or call me Fent Clark, nigga
Fuck it, call me PetSmart
Nigga, used to sell cat, now it's bulldogs
Fuck it, call me Kellogg
Spoon of gold, whippin' Cheerios with my left paw
But I shoot the chopper right hand, left-hand steer
Cuban link on South Beach, but my wrist surfin' at Venice
I just got the AMG just to massage these bitches
And I'm KOD, y'all can't fuck with me, time to remind these niggas
We used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin' (strip somethin')
Nigga, just to strip somethin' (Take somethin', nigga)
(Just to take somethin')
Now I lift my wrist, that's a half a hundred, huh
Stop flashin' that lil' shit, nigga, spend somethin' (nigga, spend somethin')
Nigga, spend somethin'
Flyin' down our block in that cheap-ass Scat'
You must want your motherfuckin' whip flipped or somethin' (nigga)
We back on, nigga
We back on that
Nigga
Uh, got you niggas screamin'
Got you niggas screamin'
"God, can you get my bro back?"
(Come On P)
Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga, and y'all know that
We used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin'
Now it's fifty racks when I lift my wrist up, nigga
Yeah, I got rich on my own, I ain't dick suck
Rich as fuck, still'll wipe a -
Huh, like a nigga sick or something
Keep that rifle on me, nigga, like I'm deer hunting (like I'm deer hunting)
Put the Benz in sports mode, it go two hundred
I keep big pole, you know my fat ass ain't runnin'
Nigga, run for what?
These LVs ain't got no crease or no fuckin' scuffs
Lonnie, what the fuck you got in your cup?
Tell that shit, I spent your record deal to fuck my kidneys up
All it took it was a follow back to hit that bitch you love
Knock her down, sixty minutes, ain't no Danny Glove
I done really counted five million with these two thumbs
Got my young niggas hittin' rims like a hoop run
Nigga, fuck rap, I just got a deal with NASCAR
I'm on the road neck-and-neck with Dale Earnhardt
Damn, Bandman, how the fuck you do that? (Do that)
And we ain't never seen you drive your own damn car?
I don't know, man, I thought you niggas knew that (thought you knew that)
We just drove twenty-four with some black tar
Man, where the fuck my cake, nigga? Call me Supergrams (call me Supergrams)
Uh, or call me Fent Clark, nigga
Fuck it, call me PetSmart
Nigga, used to sell cat, now it's bulldogs
Fuck it, call me Kellogg
Spoon of gold, whippin' Cheerios with my left paw
But I shoot the chopper right hand, left-hand steer
Cuban link on South Beach, but my wrist surfin' at Venice
I just got the AMG just to massage these bitches
And I'm KOD, y'all can't fuck with me, time to remind these niggas
We used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin' (strip somethin')
Nigga, just to strip somethin' (Take somethin', nigga)
(Just to take somethin')
Now I lift my wrist, that's a half a hundred, huh
Stop flashin' that lil' shit, nigga, spend somethin' (nigga, spend somethin')
Nigga, spend somethin'
Flyin' down our block in that cheap-ass Scat'
You must want your motherfuckin' whip flipped or somethin' (nigga)
We back on, nigga
We back on that
Nigga
Uh, got you niggas screamin'
Got you niggas screamin'
"God, can you get my bro back?"
(Come On P)
Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga, and y'all know that
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Writer(s): Lonnie
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