letra de come & get me - ytb fatt
[intro]
yeah, yeah yeah
n-gga
yeah yeah
let me go bruh
wrap this sh-t up man
n-gga
yeah
[chorus]
if it’s smoke, then i’m coming with it
i ain’t got to hire no n-gga to murk you
i’m the one coming to get you (yeah)
my mama hit my phone in the trenches like “boy don’t shoot that pistol”
told my b-tch “if some sh-t go left just hit my stash and come and get me” (shhh) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ain’t had to drink with the b-tch
i’ll got the b-tch out her body, on some pink whitney (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
i’m in the trap with my n-ggas
he just whipped it, told the j’s come get it (huh, huh)
i’m from foxwood
it ain’t sh-t to do ’round here but to get sentenced (shhhh)
if you catch me in the city, ‘fore i had my phone i’ma have that pistol (hrrddd)
[verse]
n-gga i’m amiri downer i only got the black jeans on ’cause it match the glizzy (shhh) (shhh) (shhh)
everytime i hear about a n-gga slidin’ i be like “i love this city” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got to think about woody snitchin’ if i shoot him
that’s my conscience n-gga (p-ssy, p-ssy)
n-gga i’ll make my cousin sell that p-ssy
that’s the pimping in me (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
if my grandma try to get mad i’ma tell her, “get the f-ck out my business” (f-ck on f-ck on f-ck on)
this really ain’t got sh-t to do with you, unless you wanna come with it (come on)
which side of yo city got the motion? the west or [?] ([?])
after this show, bank f-cking hoes like big bruh let me be the next to hit it (haaaa)
[bridge]
n-gga
i’ma be the next to hit it
n-gga
yeah
i’ma be the next to hit it
n-gga
yeah
n-gga better come on with it
n-gga better hop out with it (grrddd)
when i see him, b-tch i’ma hop out with it
d-mn
[verse 2]
they like “fatt, we ain’t know you were coming like that” (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
you ain’t never broke on a b-tch, so why you got to lack, and 4 brains to the back (uh, yeah)
i’m from foxwood
n-ggas know we got the most hats
i just get on these beats, talking sh-t, ’cause i ain’t go’n speak on whacks (shhh)
everytime i put that sh-t on, n-gga, i got them racks to match (what what what what)
where i’m from them young n-ggas don’t know sh-t but shoot that pistol back
i- i ain’t even got to pull this f-cking trigger, tahoe back of the back (what, what, what)
plug just sent the load, i’m missing a gram, so i shipped it back (shipped it)
(yeah) yeah (yeah)
[chorus]
if it’s smoke, (come get this sh-t) then i’m coming with it
i ain’t got to hire no n-gga to murk you
i’m the one coming to get you (76-47) (7)
my mama hit my phone in the trenches like “boy don’t shoot that pistol”
told my b-tch “if some sh-t go left just hit my stash and come and get me”
i ain’t had to drink with the b-tch
i’ll got the b-tch out her body, on some pink whitney
i’m in the trap with my n-ggas
he just whipped it, told the j’s come get it
i’m from foxwood
it ain’t sh-t to do ’round here but to get sentenced
if you catch me in the city, ‘fore i had my phone i’ma have that pistol
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