SweepersENT, Sdot Go, Jay Hound and NazGPG - C'mere

Bullo on the beat
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there

Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear

I think I shot 'em
Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger

Like, bet, he won't dodge it
Opps dissin', I flick at they father
I'm not a nigga that want you to live
Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder

Like, don't try to guard him
He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
G turn fat nigga to a jogger
And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner

Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems

Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh
I got my G, bet, it solve all my
Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
I might creep in his yard like a possum (graah-graah, boom)
I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (uh-huh)
Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer
I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (graah, graah)
TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer
She started throwin' it back like a dancer (like a dancer)
I started breakin' her back with no manners (graah-graah, boom)

All black, brodie duckin them cameras
Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer
I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah

Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum
I got bullets thats bigger than planets (graah-graah)
Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (graah-graah)
Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (graah-graah, boom)

Pop out, who wanna play?
Like I'm the one takin' these risks for the gang
I start flockin', I feel like I'm Klay
Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint

Throw a shot then go lay up with bae
I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace
Like, bro put the dot on his face
I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace

2 shots, bro he better duck
No gun, look what happened to Ruck
He tryna reach then I'm blowin' my G
Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked

Oh it's up? Then, just say that
He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach
Bet if he look, I'ma throw
Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin' like "Where Jay at?

Dot, I had to get low don't you worry about me
Where the rest of the gang at?
He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that
G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?

Like what if he tried to get, like
Graah-graah, boom

C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there

Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear

Written by:
Denis Avdyli, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Jaquan Johnson, Nyshawn Dawson, Shadon Burnell

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