Come Find Me
I said I'm gone kill bitch
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
If I die like this
Play with me and he won't make it
Sticks on all of us
We hop out the top
SRT it ain't no stop
Play with my life and you know that we gunning
Big 1100 some
Reaper watching out
He gotta pick one of us
What's the problem
If he want some, he gone come here
Do my dance, I got my gun I ain't got no fear
No warnings signs yea you gone find out when you see
I can't post right where I'm at they tryna find out where I be
1100 YRS ain't changing
Play with them slimes, guarantee that you won't make it
Creeping out right now just tryna peep it out
When he see 40 rounds inside my gun he in the house
Lil baby I say come and find me
Nigga tryna pick out a location on my IG
Ain't doing that
Tell that bitch ass nigga come find me
Wont step for none you play with one them slimes behind me
Way too paranoid
Stand behind me get to gunning
Shooting at Lil Jay, you got me thinking that you want it
Better clap 40 rounds
Bae how that 40 sound (Bow)
Military mindset
Soldiers come behind me if I shoot and you ain't die yet
Walk inside that store I need more rubber bands
Dead niggas in the street and got some in my pants
Big Glock that's on my side make me lean when I stand
Talibans I'm running with
You ain't have no chance
I said I'm gone kill bitch
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
I said I'm gone kill bitch
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
7/11 nigga, motherfucking store nigga
Put your ass in a motherfucking grave act like you know nigga
I say fuck em' all if you ain't 1100 or YRS
End up in a casket nigga
Casket fresh
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
If I die like this
Play with me and he won't make it
Sticks on all of us
We hop out the top
SRT it ain't no stop
Play with my life and you know that we gunning
Big 1100 some
Reaper watching out
He gotta pick one of us
What's the problem
If he want some, he gone come here
Do my dance, I got my gun I ain't got no fear
No warnings signs yea you gone find out when you see
I can't post right where I'm at they tryna find out where I be
1100 YRS ain't changing
Play with them slimes, guarantee that you won't make it
Creeping out right now just tryna peep it out
When he see 40 rounds inside my gun he in the house
Lil baby I say come and find me
Nigga tryna pick out a location on my IG
Ain't doing that
Tell that bitch ass nigga come find me
Wont step for none you play with one them slimes behind me
Way too paranoid
Stand behind me get to gunning
Shooting at Lil Jay, you got me thinking that you want it
Better clap 40 rounds
Bae how that 40 sound (Bow)
Military mindset
Soldiers come behind me if I shoot and you ain't die yet
Walk inside that store I need more rubber bands
Dead niggas in the street and got some in my pants
Big Glock that's on my side make me lean when I stand
Talibans I'm running with
You ain't have no chance
I said I'm gone kill bitch
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
I said I'm gone kill bitch
Running cause he scared now
His shawty calling his phone
She nervous that he dead now
Dead bodies
Hit that switch and then he gone
Free Lil Jay, he run that 7
Clear that block out when he home
7/11 nigga, motherfucking store nigga
Put your ass in a motherfucking grave act like you know nigga
I say fuck em' all if you ain't 1100 or YRS
End up in a casket nigga
Casket fresh
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Writer(s): Tristan Buckley
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