Come On

Bitch, I'm a hard-headed ****, so don't ask me

I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gon' blast me

Catch dip into some screw, add a true rue, dripping sweat

About to finger fuck this chick

I leave 'em stretched, reaching for a rifle

Got him a pump before a **** d-dump-d-dump

I ain't no punk, ****, this be my four seasons

And for them chippers and cheese, see we thinks

Give me some Valiums and some Robotussin, watch me do it

Dip my cancel stick into embalming fluid

Show your ID and then pass it right back to me

Cousin, 'cause you see I'm a minor

These wet daddies got your partner sweating like a drippy ass vagina

Let me up in this bitch ass club, security

Or else me and my guys gon' bum rush these doors

Make it so there won't be no more rap shows

Yeah, that's what I thought

I see wall to wall hoes, bitches everywhere, all over the place

**** tricking off they green marbles just so hoes can sit on they face

A funky lesson number one, mind own don't be in no mess

Number two, when it's confidential, hold it on your chest

Number three, don't be fucking with me

Number four, no more toe to toe

The only way to let these motherfuckers know

Is to flex, rip they ass up, leave 'em bleeding like a Kotex

Boy, we one tight, good ass clique

**** in my outfit don't be ratting, rolling over, stiff

Spilling beans, tattle-telling

We be thieving, conniving, only way that we surviving

Know this bitch just balling and tonight she calling

Wanna know if we can go kick it and smoke

Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel

I'm on my cell, thinking yeah, I'm cool with that

Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees, before I get her for cheese

Pimping is the game and I'm loving to flirt

Run my fingers up her tennis skirt

Bitch, I'm dedicated, you know, to this mob shit

Talk back, fuck that, get your jaw split

Raw spit, that's what you **** pay me for

A hundred thousand fucking off down in Vegas, yo

And you know we the one to get the function bumpin'

No shit, we the clique, bullshit ain't nothing

See you fucking with some fools, **** with no rules

Mobbin' in they old schools, bitch

Old grill, old grill if you will

We the windows up, with the heat on

Man, we in a land tact'ed out

And a ham sandwich, smoking on some cannabis

Producing and rapping up, that's my bread and butter

**** better hurry up 'cause there's money in this motherfucker

Revenue so hard to find like good boss

'Cause shit be dropping

Have your ass pissing yellow discharge, taking tetracycline

Come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on