We Comin' Through
Yeah Serious now Serious All my niggas One two Line up and Come through I got shit for all of you to wild out and Dumb to Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to This shit is the jerk So run your jewels and your ones too All my bitches What what I like your whole strut Bounce and hold your ass out Make it open and close shut Watch me bust a whole nut Right over your whole butt Slice you down with the dick Just like you was a cold cut Oh f*ck Now watch me dig all in your whole gut Stuff it like a roast duck Fucking packing a toast What what What about you slapping the shit up out ya Flipmode We them niggas And I'ma always shout ya See how we high rollers Smoking till we high zoning Niggas on the corner Clutter the streets in the nights roaming Now see how we got you open My niggas hold your post Bitches if your riding with me Let's see who rocks the most [Chorus] All my niggas (what what) We coming through (what what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (what what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck Until there's no club to come to All my bitches (what what) We coming through (what what) Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (what what) Bounce and shake your ass out Break fool and black out Hit you with some shit That will make all y'all just pass out Know I keep that hot shit F*ck up your block shit Have y'all niggas stupid On some straight cock your glock shit Everytime we drop shit There's no way to stop shit Bust y'all niggas ass Then like to sit back and pop shit Yo we bout to lace y'all Deface the place y'all With shit that feel just like A fucking foot in your face y'all Is you with me? (hell yeah!) Before I hit y'all Flipmode be the niggas That will be sure to split y'all We will never quit y'all We won't permit y'all Whack niggas to come inside Like they be the shit y'all F*ck that! Yeah you know we blaze And we wreck shop Put it down for live niggas While we watch the next fly All my niggas pass through Before we blast you This shit so real I don't have no need to gash you We will never calm down We won't put the bombs down Rep for all my niggas And we won't put the arms down (yeah you know we keep it coming) Yo people is good for nothing (ay yo!) Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping And rush the dance hall Until all they ass fall I make you other corny niggas Get off the damn wall And then we bless y'all With the currently fresh y'all And hit y'all niggas with flavor Nothing less than the best y'all Now we see how we got you open My niggas hold your post All my bitches wylin with me Let's see who rocks the most [Chorus]
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