Come Thru

Come through with me
Mm, yeah
Na, na, na
Come through we gon' try sum

Come through, we gon' try sum new
Sup boo, make it clap, one, two
All my kids finna ball
I'ma make the sons hoop
Opposition, fuck 'em all
Squaring up like Kung Fu
Come thru, we gon' try sum new
Sup boo, make it clap, one, two
All my kids finna ball
I'ma make the sons hoop
Opposition, fuck 'em all
Squaring up like Kung Fu

Bad bitch, she forty
If she ain't a MILF she not my shorty
Head game restored me
She got fish lips like Dory
Finished proper, we pillow talking
She asking me for the door key
As she heading out she told me she got syphilis
Now I'm worried, oh shit
Move in silence to resist the coffin
Plenty watchin', it's a game of life or death
Must pick an option
Prosper through my problems
Got to come through as the winning prospect
Take it to the rim like Giannis
Rookie now, soon the top list
Been a novice
The underdog does less barking
Collects profits
But never gets impressed off it
And won't express their wins or losses
Running on the beats
Take the track, bitch I'm sprinting on it
Feel like DaBaby on the tunes
Got the city boppin', fine ass shorty
She don't got a man, hey
Cut her off, no band-aids
She flipped like a pancake
Never gave a flower, that bitch had a bad taste
Road to the riches
We be in the fast lane
Olympic fingers, I ain't talking Audi
Shorty brought her plus one straight to the party
Her name is Rose
But she call me Papi
I can't give my seed 'cause I gotta shine first
So my son can shine beyond me

Come through, we gon' try sum new
Sup boo, make it clap, one, two
All my kids finna ball
I'ma make the sons hoop
Opposition, fuck 'em all
Squaring up like Kung Fu
Come thru, we gon' try sum new
Sup boo, make it clap, one, two
All my kids finna ball
I'ma make the sons hoop
Opposition, fuck 'em all
Squaring up like Kung Fu



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Dubé
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