C'mon (feat. Ty Blackiii) Video (MV)

Huh
What
Okay
Yeah
Bail out, get em
Before I get to taking off all of them shots, I think about my niggas
Jumped off that sandbox and we turned into straight gorillas
Now most of my niggas locked up, they stuck in that system
Yeah
Yeah
Hop out switch em, so secluded
I don't f*ck with too many niggas
I'm so bougie, I won't hit it
If she f*ck too many niggas
She think I'm mean but it's not that, I just f*ck the green
Five seven, I stand on my money, then I'm as tall as Yao Ming
It's not you, it's me
I'm married to money, I don't wanna cheat
Me and my brother like Cody and Zach
We taking the risk and we not looking back
Stacks on deck and the life real sweet
The guys in the kitchen like Chef Boyardee
The fiends keep asking to pull up, need some more
It must be the feds how they knock on the door
Cause everybody know we got a secret code
Nowadays I can't trust no more
Nowadays I can be feeling like Ko
Dropping them bodies, I need me some more
Turn up the party, I turn up the hoes
She shaking her ass need to shake it some more
Come on
Come on
How I turn up the party, you think I'm the host
Play with my bread and I turn you to toast
Real laid back, when it comes to that money, I'm doing the most
PTSD, I'm paranoid, watch how you approach
Niggas try to touch me, turn em to ghost
Pull up in a Phantom like Danny, come on
Come on
These niggas weird, I'm in a different tier
Got one time to do me wrong and I'ma grab them shears
If you ain't talking about no money, I cover up my ears
All they do is hate every day like that's your day career
I'm better than all my peers
Bitch, I can't even be compared
If you can't see that shit, then your vision must be impaired
I'm a villain in the studio is my secret lair
Ayy, come on
If he say the stu his secret lair, the stu gotta be my lab
Never in my life I gave a hoe my all or my last
They call me Ko TSA because I'm checking a bag
If you ain't making the money multiply, we dividing I'm good at math
Bullets they flyin, he look like a flute
Pussy so pretty, it's sweet like a fruit
Niggas so weak, you know he a fluke
Pussy so good, I'm calling the nuke
F*ck around, f*ck up, friend and text her oops
And then when I'm done, I'm throwing a oop
I'm not tender, I miss my shot and I'm following through
Go, go, go
Got me so turned up, I'm beating his ass
You knew he was with me, why you trying to act bad
You thought it was cool, now watch him get mad
Ah-ha, bitch
I'm my bag like glad
It's so ironic that these niggas trash
When it's Ko and Ty Blackiii, you know that it's bad
Ayy, come on
Nah, matter of fact, don't need to come on
Stay over there
On bro
F*ck, nigga
Nah, you know me though
Ty Blackiii
Bitch
Koskino in this bitch, now we coming, man
We do this shit
Can't nobody f*ck with us, man
Gang
Gang