Every time a lil' n***a get patched, I can't do shit but laugh
Seeing bodies kinda make me happy, you a be surprised what a make me mad
Big ol' fronto stuffed with dead n****s, both of my lungs overfilled with gas
In the AMG, I'm finna stomp the gas
I turn off that track control, now I got my body weight on the dash
Supercharged V8, I'ma leave them boys behind me just like the past
Full tank of this bitch, I'm skipping states until they off my ass
Cuz K4 inna whip, and if I stop this car, he might just blast
Like C'mere! Where you think you goin'? Why you runnin'?
We tryna party, I'm gon' throw shots, shots, shots, shots all atchya muffin
N****s ain't talkin' bout B's or M's, get the f*ck out my face, we ain't talkin' bout nothin'
To be honest, I ain't even tryna talk bout shit with Nan, that's how I'm comin'
Better not catch yo' ass outside, cuz I'm in that mood to end that function
I got a big ass Glock on my lap and this bitch tryna spin that junction
In my face all scared as shit, I check my phone like, "where's that tough shit?"
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my
Hold on, okay
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my skin thick, just check my stomach
Got my Tec, he tried to charge, we boxed him in like Andre Drummond
I got used to yall bein' on my dick, but don't worry bout who I'm f*ckin'
Better off worried about yo' safety, cuz Big 2 always up to somethin'
Buddha 2x - C'mere! (feat. K4) Lyrics
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Every time a lil' n***a get patched, I can't do shit but laugh
Seeing bodies kinda make me happy, you a be surprised what a make me mad
Big ol' fronto stuffed with dead n****s, both of my lungs overfilled with gas
In the AMG, I'm finna stomp the gas
I turn off that track control, now I got my body weight on the dash
Supercharged V8, I'ma leave them boys behind me just like the past
Full tank of this bitch, I'm skipping states until they off my ass
Cuz K4 inna whip, and if I stop this car, he might just blast
Like C'mere! Where you think you goin'? Why you runnin'?
We tryna party, I'm gon' throw shots, shots, shots, shots all atchya muffin
N****s ain't talkin' bout B's or M's, get the f*ck out my face, we ain't talkin' bout nothin'
To be honest, I ain't even tryna talk bout shit with Nan, that's how I'm comin'
Better not catch yo' ass outside, cuz I'm in that mood to end that function
I got a big ass Glock on my lap and this bitch tryna spin that junction
In my face all scared as shit, I check my phone like, "where's that tough shit?"
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my
Hold on, okay
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my skin thick, just check my stomach
Got my Tec, he tried to charge, we boxed him in like Andre Drummond
I got used to yall bein' on my dick, but don't worry bout who I'm f*ckin'
Better off worried about yo' safety, cuz Big 2 always up to somethin'
Seeing bodies kinda make me happy, you a be surprised what a make me mad
Big ol' fronto stuffed with dead n****s, both of my lungs overfilled with gas
In the AMG, I'm finna stomp the gas
I turn off that track control, now I got my body weight on the dash
Supercharged V8, I'ma leave them boys behind me just like the past
Full tank of this bitch, I'm skipping states until they off my ass
Cuz K4 inna whip, and if I stop this car, he might just blast
Like C'mere! Where you think you goin'? Why you runnin'?
We tryna party, I'm gon' throw shots, shots, shots, shots all atchya muffin
N****s ain't talkin' bout B's or M's, get the f*ck out my face, we ain't talkin' bout nothin'
To be honest, I ain't even tryna talk bout shit with Nan, that's how I'm comin'
Better not catch yo' ass outside, cuz I'm in that mood to end that function
I got a big ass Glock on my lap and this bitch tryna spin that junction
In my face all scared as shit, I check my phone like, "where's that tough shit?"
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my
Hold on, okay
Drop a opp, and it ain't shit cuz my skin thick, just check my stomach
Got my Tec, he tried to charge, we boxed him in like Andre Drummond
I got used to yall bein' on my dick, but don't worry bout who I'm f*ckin'
Better off worried about yo' safety, cuz Big 2 always up to somethin'
Writer: CeJay Frazier
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