Comin in Clutch
Coming up for the pack
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Yea yea
Coming in clutch with a hell of a clinch
Not talking much just pleading the fifth
Hard to the touch
Slick as a bitch
Fuck with a slut
Cards B shit
Parties and such into the mix
Bruises and cuts but as tough as it gets
Been through the rough
Fuck with no snitch
Hot Springs to the Bluff
Trailer park shit
Roll up king Tut Confidence
With a skunk stinch
Feed her dick by the inch get my thirst quenched
Born in the trench
You warm up the bench
I storm up suspense
You norm
I'm immense
Transform consciousness
Reborn ever since the storm finally quit
Coming soon feel the winds
Coming through with amends
Get a clue get a cleanse
Lit a few more than it recommends
God damn
Goin in like wham
Know you wishing that I wasn't here but I am
See the clock a ticking before I'm in another jam
Leave the bitches smiting it just is who I am
Put it in her mitten press record on the cam
Want a ride then get in
In the chevy not a ram
Be there in a minute ima need another gram
I say Comin in clutch with a clinch
If them boys swarm go hop a fence
Whether the storm whether events
Will I hear the horns
Or fall to the grips
No need to morn
Been wanted this
Livin life poor
Livin life pissed
Explode like a cist
Add a throw if I miss
Come correct if you must
Coming up for the pack
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Paddy wagon bound
Bitch I'm jumping on the pony
Play planned out and I'ma fuckin run it
Coming from the ground
End of a plummet
Know you hear it coming
Now I'm coming for the summit
Please don't fuck with homie
Boy cap free get left like a zombie
Write on these beats like all on my lonely
Young rebellion
Never did what they told me
Call her pelican cause my God bitches throat deep
Chipmunk full check
Outta pocket gone
This bitch got no leash ima let her roam till she home
Smoke and drive
Mgk
Tommy Chong
Fresh chain on
Point nine two five
Been on that real shit
Should've state my name before I stepped off in this bitch
Ain't never gone
Step the fuck off or get stepped on
Michael Wade Holt
Swear to God I seen it all
Straight outta Little Rock Arkansas
Been around the world
Vacationed in Jamaica
Had true cali roll
Even kicked it on the ship on the coast of Mexico
Young kid badino
My world Pacino
Do as I please to
Smooth talking lingo
Different el camino
Holler I don't mean to
Grew up with a small fuse
Due to what I been through
By the third grade
Writing rhymes down facts
By eleven smoking doobies on the porch in the back
By twenty two felonies caught two
Ima show ya what it really do
All the shit I spit is really consistently true
Been in the mix like vegetable stew
Been in the sticks just me and my crew
Lit like candle wicks is what it do
Coming up for the pack
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Yea yea
Coming in clutch with a hell of a clinch
Not talking much just pleading the fifth
Hard to the touch
Slick as a bitch
Fuck with a slut
Cards B shit
Parties and such into the mix
Bruises and cuts but as tough as it gets
Been through the rough
Fuck with no snitch
Hot Springs to the Bluff
Trailer park shit
Roll up king Tut Confidence
With a skunk stinch
Feed her dick by the inch get my thirst quenched
Born in the trench
You warm up the bench
I storm up suspense
You norm
I'm immense
Transform consciousness
Reborn ever since the storm finally quit
Coming soon feel the winds
Coming through with amends
Get a clue get a cleanse
Lit a few more than it recommends
God damn
Goin in like wham
Know you wishing that I wasn't here but I am
See the clock a ticking before I'm in another jam
Leave the bitches smiting it just is who I am
Put it in her mitten press record on the cam
Want a ride then get in
In the chevy not a ram
Be there in a minute ima need another gram
I say Comin in clutch with a clinch
If them boys swarm go hop a fence
Whether the storm whether events
Will I hear the horns
Or fall to the grips
No need to morn
Been wanted this
Livin life poor
Livin life pissed
Explode like a cist
Add a throw if I miss
Come correct if you must
Coming up for the pack
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Paddy wagon bound
Bitch I'm jumping on the pony
Play planned out and I'ma fuckin run it
Coming from the ground
End of a plummet
Know you hear it coming
Now I'm coming for the summit
Please don't fuck with homie
Boy cap free get left like a zombie
Write on these beats like all on my lonely
Young rebellion
Never did what they told me
Call her pelican cause my God bitches throat deep
Chipmunk full check
Outta pocket gone
This bitch got no leash ima let her roam till she home
Smoke and drive
Mgk
Tommy Chong
Fresh chain on
Point nine two five
Been on that real shit
Should've state my name before I stepped off in this bitch
Ain't never gone
Step the fuck off or get stepped on
Michael Wade Holt
Swear to God I seen it all
Straight outta Little Rock Arkansas
Been around the world
Vacationed in Jamaica
Had true cali roll
Even kicked it on the ship on the coast of Mexico
Young kid badino
My world Pacino
Do as I please to
Smooth talking lingo
Different el camino
Holler I don't mean to
Grew up with a small fuse
Due to what I been through
By the third grade
Writing rhymes down facts
By eleven smoking doobies on the porch in the back
By twenty two felonies caught two
Ima show ya what it really do
All the shit I spit is really consistently true
Been in the mix like vegetable stew
Been in the sticks just me and my crew
Lit like candle wicks is what it do
Coming up for the pack
Coming up to collect
Coming up for the check
Coming up for the respect
Coming up step by step
Coming up coming up bet
Coming up coming up
Yea
Plain Jane same thing
Cocaine mid range
Mac stack maintain
I'm gonna live that
Own lane
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Holt
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