Come out Here !
In Triple D we Milly Rock
Jumping out the box
Flipping off the cops because they tripping on my pops
Call up all my niggas
Then kick it in the stop
Then I take bands to XTC and then I let em' drop
Call the homie Thee
Come fuck with me
My nigga need the fade yeah
I finesse your girl right out your hand then walk away yeah
Then Gleesh Walk thru the mall to cop a couple pair of J's yeah
Hop back in the foreign whip its time to start my day yeah
But shit I'm chillin' in the cut
What the fuck, fuck is up
Finna Call me up a thottie but a nut on her butt
Steady drinking till I throw up
Back up in this bitch you lil' niggas need to grow up
Yeah I show out
You'll get thrown out in the field
Got no option here to kill
Sell records no record deal
Fuck a check lets make a mill
Steady shootin' on the block
Fuck a cop that money drop
Bought a coupe took off the top
With the leather seats and the platinum socks
You fed the beast now watch him rock and
If a nigga want it then he coppin'
Want it go get it I ain't stoppin'
Turn a penny to a million deposit
Froze my wrist I'm iced out watch it
Time is tockin'
Fix it lock it
Bag it flip it
Police stoppin'
Pass it
Why niggas think shit they find turn to gold again
Niggas on my dick to get viral like Amber Cole and then
Tell me I cant rap but they mumbling on a track
About trap shit they ain't seen before
I blow em' off the map
But I'm versatile off the bench
And they claim I don't make no sense
So I say, Comment Allez Vous
Yeah I greet you niggas in French
Yeah I was born in 95 and I been hustling every since
But I just needed a little vibe don't ride my wave it'll make you sick
Now I'm back in the game
I'm finna get it
Making money told my whole family
That we can split it
Tryna put my whole city
In the headlines, but they sleeping on me
Like it's bedtime, pushing back on me
Like a headline, I wanna fly high
Give me airtime (like ooh)
Shit pause it (pause it)
Look what you done started (started)
It might cause a riot when they see whats in my closet
Stop it, Foreign or Exotic
It don't matter imma drive it
Catch me on a fast break know M.Anthony gone lob it
Jumping out the box
Flipping off the cops because they tripping on my pops
Call up all my niggas
Then kick it in the stop
Then I take bands to XTC and then I let em' drop
Call the homie Thee
Come fuck with me
My nigga need the fade yeah
I finesse your girl right out your hand then walk away yeah
Then Gleesh Walk thru the mall to cop a couple pair of J's yeah
Hop back in the foreign whip its time to start my day yeah
But shit I'm chillin' in the cut
What the fuck, fuck is up
Finna Call me up a thottie but a nut on her butt
Steady drinking till I throw up
Back up in this bitch you lil' niggas need to grow up
Yeah I show out
You'll get thrown out in the field
Got no option here to kill
Sell records no record deal
Fuck a check lets make a mill
Steady shootin' on the block
Fuck a cop that money drop
Bought a coupe took off the top
With the leather seats and the platinum socks
You fed the beast now watch him rock and
If a nigga want it then he coppin'
Want it go get it I ain't stoppin'
Turn a penny to a million deposit
Froze my wrist I'm iced out watch it
Time is tockin'
Fix it lock it
Bag it flip it
Police stoppin'
Pass it
Why niggas think shit they find turn to gold again
Niggas on my dick to get viral like Amber Cole and then
Tell me I cant rap but they mumbling on a track
About trap shit they ain't seen before
I blow em' off the map
But I'm versatile off the bench
And they claim I don't make no sense
So I say, Comment Allez Vous
Yeah I greet you niggas in French
Yeah I was born in 95 and I been hustling every since
But I just needed a little vibe don't ride my wave it'll make you sick
Now I'm back in the game
I'm finna get it
Making money told my whole family
That we can split it
Tryna put my whole city
In the headlines, but they sleeping on me
Like it's bedtime, pushing back on me
Like a headline, I wanna fly high
Give me airtime (like ooh)
Shit pause it (pause it)
Look what you done started (started)
It might cause a riot when they see whats in my closet
Stop it, Foreign or Exotic
It don't matter imma drive it
Catch me on a fast break know M.Anthony gone lob it
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Writer(s): Jaymill Cornelius
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