Coming With Me

Uh can't hang wit us
I got my paper up
Uh

Check out my wrist
Then check out my neck
Yea I'm papered up
If he ain't got no pape on his mind then he ain't came wit us
Youngins keep that fire on they side
Them boys play dangerous
Always hit the Jewler with twenty
I can't make this up
Keep grabbin this Cuban Link on me
Yea this shit heavy huh
Had to get outside get in motion
Yea I couldn't wait up
Tellin me she just need some time
Well I can't wait for her
These niggas out here one of a kind
Yea they wasn't raised with us
Niggas keep on claiming the mafia
Like they hang wit us
You ain't hit the club wit them dollars and make her rake it up
In LA scorin off of the rebound
Antwan Jamison
They all trynna fuck with me now cause my paper up

Move to the left if you ain't got nothing for me
Move to the right if you know you coming with me
Are you coming with me

I ain't trying to hear you cry
Ain't dealing with emotions
I ain't trying to see that side of me that'll get you toasted
In Oklahoma smoking poes n pies this shit hear potent
These diamonds on me glowing
Im a ocean look I'm floating
You know I keep that fye on my side
I just don't post it
She done changed in front of my eyes
Now I don't know her
You tellin me these lies to my face
You at yo lowest
I ball on and off of the field
Terrell Owens
This ice on me give me pneumonia
Yea I got Covid
When you get to gettin some money just don't blow it
Can never trust a Nigga they givin out cold shoulders
Just keep yo faith in you and your pistol and you'll stay focused yea

Move to the left if you ain't got nothing for me
Move to the right if you know you coming with me
Are you coming with me
Yea yea
Yea yea



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Writer(s): Ronzale Banks
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