Come On

Gotta Let Em Know I Ain't
Playing 50 For A Show

Ima Rapper Nigga I Just Gotta
Have My Switches Though

My Glock Is Like A Badass Lil Kid
It Go Retarted

Just Got Me Turned Up Nigga
Don't You Get Me Started Yea

Come On Come On Come On
Got Real Niggas In The Cell Bro
They Just Really Departed

Trying To Be On The Top Charts Bro
Trying To Be Charted

Trench Nigga Im Just From The
Hood Im Just Cold Hearted

I Just Fucked A Bitch And Dipped Off
I Just Keep Myself Guarded

Yea That Za Just Got A Stink Smell
Smell Like Someone Farted

Reup Money No Backup Money They
Just Restarted

I Been Balling And Just Stunting
Bro I Feel Unguarded

Yea Come On Come On
Come On Come On Come On

Yea Come On Come On
Come On Come On Come On

I Need Them Ghost Guns Might
As Well Just Get It Off The Market

I Be In That Killer Mode But My
Humor Be The Darkest

I Be On Point Just Like A Eagle
I Stay The Sharpest

Come On Come On Come On
We Like Wolves Nigga We Get
On Your Ass We Going Harvest

We Just Stick In One Pack Nigga
We Just The Largest

Ye -Ye -Yea Woke Up I Had To
Really Go Get This Bread

I Ain't Worry Bout A Soul Ion
Care What They Said

No Paperwork Niggas Can't
Chill You The Feds

Yea Gang Be In That Killer Mode
If He Don't Take His Meds

I-I-I Be With Them Killers Rastas
They Just Got Some Dreads

Mr Put It On I Be Stepping In
Some Jordan Breads

It's Like Thin Ice Can't It Slide No
More Ain't No Sled

If You Ran On A Drill Might As Well
Cut Off Your Legs

Come On Come On Come On
Come On Come On Come On
Come On Come On Woof



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Writer(s): Traven Tyrell Bryant
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