C'Mere (feat. NazGPG)

Oi, Bullo

Ayo, EliWTF

Come here

He tryna run, that **** gettin' scared

Forty keep barkin', shit fuck with 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 a hundred, I don't need a charger

Like, bet he won't dodge it

Opps dissin', I flick at they father

I'm not a **** that want you to live

Every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder

Like, don't try to guard him

He don't know, it's only gettin' darker

G turn a fat **** to a jogger

And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner

Scout on that block from the mornin'

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

Grrah, grrah, 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 (Grrah, grrah, boom)

I need, I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)

Where you from? Bro, he don't know the answer

I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa

Ooter throwin' like Eli, no Manning (Grrah, grrah)

TD, OA, Fargos, hand 'em

I might turn my lil' bro into scammer

She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)

I started breakin' her back with no manners (Grrah, graah, boom)

All black, brodie duckin' 'em 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, Relly, he might throw a tantrum

I got bullets that's bigger than planets (Grrah, grrah)

Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Grrah, grrah)

B-big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Grrah, grrah, 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

Relly 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

Two shots, bro, he better duck

No gun, look what happened to Ruck

He tryna reach, then I'm blowin' my G (Come here, come here)

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 (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Bet if he look, I'ma throw

Cops gettin' close to the scene, I'm lookin like, "Where Jay at?" (That's word to my mother)

Dot, I had to get low, don't you worry 'bout 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 (Like, word to bro)

G, G hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at? (Grrah, grrah, boom, ****)

Like, what if he tried to get— (Don't try to run)

Like, grrah, boom

C-come here

He tryna run, that **** gettin' scared

Forty keep barkin', shit fuck with 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