How we coming
Come through yo block with the cutter
Tryna cook em like butter
Its just me and the bros, I cant fuck with da others
We sliding, he diss, I feel bad for his mother
He hiding, we switch it, go look for his brother
Get this shit out da mud bitch we come from the gutta
The stick a db but it sing like its Usher
It be right in my pocket, still hit with no rubber
Now she callin my phone had to switch up my number
Glock make it rain but the stick let it thunder
My pockets insane I been tryna stay humble
I got in da game, got the ball, I cant fumble
Its free all the bros, Im still waiting on my uncle
Call up lil fye he come through with dem thumpers
We totin on burners, we dont do no running
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we coming
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we
Better not fuck with dem niggas them young niggas widlin
Lil bro he a dog, never been to Mt Zion
We ducking dem sirens get caught den we lying
Im smoking exotic this shit got me flying
Im smoking exotic Im high as a kite
Me and my young thug we creep in the night
He only 14 but a chief with that pipe
I just wanna fuck you not really my type
I just wanna fuck then you gotta go
Ian trusting no bitch ian cuffin no hoe
Im popping my shit for the times we was poor
Designer fit I used to sleep on the floor
He lining shit up, tryna catch him a 4
If we catch you in traffic we upping the score
I gave her some racks, she gave me the lo
I made that shit back, blew a bag at the store
Come through yo block with the cutter
Tryna cook em like butter
Its just me and the bros, I cant fuck with the others
We sliding, he diss, I feel bad for his mother
He hiding, we switch it, go look for his brother
Get this shit out the mud bitch we come from the gutta
The stick a db but it sing like its Usher
It be right in my pocket, still hit with no rubber
Now she callin my phone had to switch up my number
Glock make it rain but the stick let it thunder
My pockets insane I been tryna stay humble
I got in da game, got the ball, I cant fumble
Its free all da bros, Im still waiting on my uncle
Call up lil fye he come through with dem thumpers
We totin on burners, we dont do no running
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we coming
Want all the smoke bitch you know how we
You know how we comin
You know how we coming lil bitch
You know how we comin
Tryna cook em like butter
Its just me and the bros, I cant fuck with da others
We sliding, he diss, I feel bad for his mother
He hiding, we switch it, go look for his brother
Get this shit out da mud bitch we come from the gutta
The stick a db but it sing like its Usher
It be right in my pocket, still hit with no rubber
Now she callin my phone had to switch up my number
Glock make it rain but the stick let it thunder
My pockets insane I been tryna stay humble
I got in da game, got the ball, I cant fumble
Its free all the bros, Im still waiting on my uncle
Call up lil fye he come through with dem thumpers
We totin on burners, we dont do no running
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we coming
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we
Better not fuck with dem niggas them young niggas widlin
Lil bro he a dog, never been to Mt Zion
We ducking dem sirens get caught den we lying
Im smoking exotic this shit got me flying
Im smoking exotic Im high as a kite
Me and my young thug we creep in the night
He only 14 but a chief with that pipe
I just wanna fuck you not really my type
I just wanna fuck then you gotta go
Ian trusting no bitch ian cuffin no hoe
Im popping my shit for the times we was poor
Designer fit I used to sleep on the floor
He lining shit up, tryna catch him a 4
If we catch you in traffic we upping the score
I gave her some racks, she gave me the lo
I made that shit back, blew a bag at the store
Come through yo block with the cutter
Tryna cook em like butter
Its just me and the bros, I cant fuck with the others
We sliding, he diss, I feel bad for his mother
He hiding, we switch it, go look for his brother
Get this shit out the mud bitch we come from the gutta
The stick a db but it sing like its Usher
It be right in my pocket, still hit with no rubber
Now she callin my phone had to switch up my number
Glock make it rain but the stick let it thunder
My pockets insane I been tryna stay humble
I got in da game, got the ball, I cant fumble
Its free all da bros, Im still waiting on my uncle
Call up lil fye he come through with dem thumpers
We totin on burners, we dont do no running
Want alll the smoke bitch you know how we coming
Want all the smoke bitch you know how we
You know how we comin
You know how we coming lil bitch
You know how we comin
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Patton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.