Come Too Life
We step on the opps they ain't coming outside
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying my clip and it's coming to life
I asked my momma to take me too saks
I take out 3 bands cuz I'm all in my bag
I need some Louis, Prada, Gucci Stat
I had me a glow up and now they all mad
When I was a youngin' the cash wasn't fast
But look at me now, spent 500 in cash
I stay wit some fitted caps in the back
Free my dawg woo, so the opps can be mad
We step on the opps they ain't coming outside
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying my clip and it's coming to life
I came from the bottom, now i'm on the top
If you play with the gang you'll get yourself popped
If your girl messing with me, guess what she a thot
I'm making this cash and you know it won't stop
I came from the bottom, ain't have me no food
I was a bad jit In school
I was down bad, I spent all my cash
I ain't even care, I was gone make it back
We step on the opps they ain't coming outside
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying this clip and it's coming to life
I asked my momma to take me too Saks
I take out 3 bands cuz I'm all in my bag
I need some Louis, Prada, Gucci Stat
I had me a glow up and now they all mad
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying my clip and it's coming to life
I asked my momma to take me too saks
I take out 3 bands cuz I'm all in my bag
I need some Louis, Prada, Gucci Stat
I had me a glow up and now they all mad
When I was a youngin' the cash wasn't fast
But look at me now, spent 500 in cash
I stay wit some fitted caps in the back
Free my dawg woo, so the opps can be mad
We step on the opps they ain't coming outside
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying my clip and it's coming to life
I came from the bottom, now i'm on the top
If you play with the gang you'll get yourself popped
If your girl messing with me, guess what she a thot
I'm making this cash and you know it won't stop
I came from the bottom, ain't have me no food
I was a bad jit In school
I was down bad, I spent all my cash
I ain't even care, I was gone make it back
We step on the opps they ain't coming outside
My drum eat his face like it's eating a pie
Got extended clips all in the back for my guys
I'm spraying this clip and it's coming to life
I asked my momma to take me too Saks
I take out 3 bands cuz I'm all in my bag
I need some Louis, Prada, Gucci Stat
I had me a glow up and now they all mad
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Writer(s): Tyrese Gardner
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