CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Come to Me
I don't know what the f**k this n***a sayin'
But that sh*t hard
Blonde hair, super saiyan
No guns there, straight get to scrappin'
But my aim like that, no cappin'
It don't even matter if you get to runnin'
And my last b*t*h got my a** blocked
But I don't care 'cause I got her a** blocked
I'm a clown, I'm a goof, I'm a dummy
I barely work, but I still be makin' money
I forgot to say I'm in this b*t*h with Wes
Flippin all these packs like that
And your b*t*h fye, yeah I need the neck
I ain't need to, but I had to get next
I'm a young lil thug with a check
And I made a damn hit off of pack it
Then I came back with pack in
But I can't stop n***a, trippin'
J-A-A-H-S-L-T
No I ain't done and I do this sh*t for fun
And I got my sh*t on Tidal
And I ain't never used Tidal
And we f**k without a t**le
She said she love me, I'm like, I know
And my gas make you feel kinda lazy
25 for a eighth, is you crazy?
I was f**kin' on Mercedes in a Bentley
I was f**kin' on Porsha in a 'Rari
Oh yeah, shoutout to my n***a Bari
And my n***a [?] Baltimore, [?]
And my n***a [?] with the sh*ts
And my white boy Jake got the bricks
N***as talkin', but I ain't hearin' sh*t
You can't flex 'cause you ain't live this sh*t
Oh sh*t, I'm the sh*t, I done worked too hard for this sh*t
Trappin' off a truck, early morning f**kin' shift
And we came real fast, off the gas
I don't got no credits, no cla**
Now a n***a flyin', yeah, first cla**
I remember 12 pulled up on my a**
I remember 12 took my f**kin' gas
They was like, "n***a, you can't get it back"
I'm like, "Damn n***a, thats wack"
Huh, damn, that sh*t wack
B*t*h
But that sh*t hard
Blonde hair, super saiyan
No guns there, straight get to scrappin'
But my aim like that, no cappin'
It don't even matter if you get to runnin'
And my last b*t*h got my a** blocked
But I don't care 'cause I got her a** blocked
I'm a clown, I'm a goof, I'm a dummy
I barely work, but I still be makin' money
I forgot to say I'm in this b*t*h with Wes
Flippin all these packs like that
And your b*t*h fye, yeah I need the neck
I ain't need to, but I had to get next
I'm a young lil thug with a check
And I made a damn hit off of pack it
Then I came back with pack in
But I can't stop n***a, trippin'
J-A-A-H-S-L-T
No I ain't done and I do this sh*t for fun
And I got my sh*t on Tidal
And I ain't never used Tidal
And we f**k without a t**le
She said she love me, I'm like, I know
And my gas make you feel kinda lazy
25 for a eighth, is you crazy?
I was f**kin' on Mercedes in a Bentley
I was f**kin' on Porsha in a 'Rari
Oh yeah, shoutout to my n***a Bari
And my n***a [?] Baltimore, [?]
And my n***a [?] with the sh*ts
And my white boy Jake got the bricks
N***as talkin', but I ain't hearin' sh*t
You can't flex 'cause you ain't live this sh*t
Oh sh*t, I'm the sh*t, I done worked too hard for this sh*t
Trappin' off a truck, early morning f**kin' shift
And we came real fast, off the gas
I don't got no credits, no cla**
Now a n***a flyin', yeah, first cla**
I remember 12 pulled up on my a**
I remember 12 took my f**kin' gas
They was like, "n***a, you can't get it back"
I'm like, "Damn n***a, thats wack"
Huh, damn, that sh*t wack
B*t*h
