Come On
Yea moves they double I triple, but I ain't never-
(Come on come on)
Hold up lemme make sure this right
Yeah moves they double I triple, but I ain't never Woah uh
Moves they double I triple, but I ain't never trip uh
Making this shit look simple but I don't like to simp uh
Your boyfriend be sick because the way you on my dick
Don't love the way you give me lip, but I love the way you give me lip
Yeah, and if somebody asks I plead the fifth
I'm cold like Gucci wrist, they tight like Loui fits
Just plead the fifth, when they ask who you with, don't think that I can miss, but even if
still fire like a spliff
Give bank to little sis and all my bros, they tell me I'm legit
come on
Royal, you're scaring me
They want smoke like hotbox, but I don't do the drama
I love some queens can't cuff no thot, thot, but lick me up like Lama
Y'all my sons but not Osama, let's talk about the commas
What's up with the moves, I'm trynna groove, you can never fit my shoes
You can never pay my dues, you would lose, they just some April fools
Won't see me on the news, peeka boo, do you need another clue
I need a couple of blues, hand me the cup of douce, she thick just like it too
They wan merge my lane, but I be speeding pass em, zoom
I don't need no fame, just wanna see my flowers
bloom
You don't know my name, you know my alias
Yeah, they give me feats to drop and
they like "carry this"
Yeah out of all my alts, think Krash the scariest
I gathered all my faults, then chopped them up, and then I buried it
And they say it's not my fault my mental vault got different variants
If I put this at a halt, who gon' ride for me like chariot
I'm getting top on the top floor, this not the Marriott
Even when I stop they want it more, my drug a variant
Charged into the game and married it
Not insane just curious
Get tubman, no Harriet, what's up, fam, we very lit
If they try to throw shade, gotta parry it
Yeah, don't get cut, low fade, why so serious
She want me to bust out like a laugh, I'm hilarious
Cause she said that I'm better than the last, he fake mysterious
I'm done, y'all get the point
(Come on come on)
Hold up lemme make sure this right
Yeah moves they double I triple, but I ain't never Woah uh
Moves they double I triple, but I ain't never trip uh
Making this shit look simple but I don't like to simp uh
Your boyfriend be sick because the way you on my dick
Don't love the way you give me lip, but I love the way you give me lip
Yeah, and if somebody asks I plead the fifth
I'm cold like Gucci wrist, they tight like Loui fits
Just plead the fifth, when they ask who you with, don't think that I can miss, but even if
still fire like a spliff
Give bank to little sis and all my bros, they tell me I'm legit
come on
Royal, you're scaring me
They want smoke like hotbox, but I don't do the drama
I love some queens can't cuff no thot, thot, but lick me up like Lama
Y'all my sons but not Osama, let's talk about the commas
What's up with the moves, I'm trynna groove, you can never fit my shoes
You can never pay my dues, you would lose, they just some April fools
Won't see me on the news, peeka boo, do you need another clue
I need a couple of blues, hand me the cup of douce, she thick just like it too
They wan merge my lane, but I be speeding pass em, zoom
I don't need no fame, just wanna see my flowers
bloom
You don't know my name, you know my alias
Yeah, they give me feats to drop and
they like "carry this"
Yeah out of all my alts, think Krash the scariest
I gathered all my faults, then chopped them up, and then I buried it
And they say it's not my fault my mental vault got different variants
If I put this at a halt, who gon' ride for me like chariot
I'm getting top on the top floor, this not the Marriott
Even when I stop they want it more, my drug a variant
Charged into the game and married it
Not insane just curious
Get tubman, no Harriet, what's up, fam, we very lit
If they try to throw shade, gotta parry it
Yeah, don't get cut, low fade, why so serious
She want me to bust out like a laugh, I'm hilarious
Cause she said that I'm better than the last, he fake mysterious
I'm done, y'all get the point
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Writer(s): Brendon Jackson
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