Come on (WB MIX Version)

Come on Come on, nigga Come on Come on, nigga Come on, nigga On my mama, nigga Huh Aaaaaaaah Bitch, bitch, bitch, this is Glock Gen' 3 with a button, foenick Damn, 45, I kick, like i punt it We smoke dude, he get rolled in a Russian Chasing this money my opps, I'mma punish em crush em No, I ain't going for nothing He got that shit and we slumped em Give him a pack and he fumbled I up pipe, ain't doin' no rumblin Uh, body shot, niggas stumblin' and mumblin I go Chuck E. Cheese, if we beefin', beefin' broccoli Me and my niggas is the sand, box no switching opposites Deposit, body, body shit We be tryna pop a bitch Send them niggas out rockin' shit Hey, come on Uh, come on, come on Come on Uh, come on, come on Come on Huh Come on, come on Come on Uh, uh Spit that shit Let it burn like the fan hot, niggas Aunt vi Mae, say boy, slow down For I whoop your fuckin' hind, pots We got chop for any nigga They claim that we a main opp Dude got left in the street They knock this motherfuckin' brains out Duck a switch, I never seen that shit Let's have a bang out I'ma bring that thang out Molest my gun, got titties 5.56, I let it rang out My Asian bitch so bougie She eat sushi like it's takeout Glock or a Lil Uzi Vert Jumpin' out the gym Thirty-five, you tryna swim Smokin' on that uhh And that uhh Yeah, that's him Typin' on computers I don't like to do that shit Diss my men We diss men We killin' all yo kin Droppin' a nigga that play with me I can merch that on my men Five, five, six Seven, six, two Ate up his motherfuckin' skin Compressor, suppressor Eat his fuckin' lip Crackin' bones in here Uh, uh, auntie want that Bobby ' Whitney She, she like Bobby' Whitney I got fat shit fuckin' up your kidney It f*ck up your liver I, I, I got Glock and Smitty I got Glock and Smitty Kel, kel,kel keltec with a 50 Keltec with a 50, nigga button" Bomb your rip We gon' bomb some shit up I got, damn and I got monkey nuts I'm a motherfuckin' soldier Like my motherfuckin' pops I'ma take your head off your shoulders Let that motherfucker drop Milly rock on a nigga milly rock, milly rock Six Ten in the morning Givin' niggas boosie fades Niggas better not ask to trade Cause bitch, we buckin' everything I'm a room full of bitches, nigga I'm fuckin' everything Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, nigga Huh Come on Come on, nigga Nigga