lirik lagu i’m koming - ebk jaaybo
[intro]
yeah, yeah n~gga
(that n~gga b on the beat, she gon’ show her friend)
i ain’t playin’ with you b~tch ass n~ggas
n~ggas know how i step on sh~t, n~gga
i’m comin’
(that n~gga mir made the beat)
[verse 1]
lost my brother n~ggas knowing’ what i’m on, even my momma know
it’s a hunnid in every k, what’s your chopper hold?
them black crime vicious n~gga, he got cooked like some soul food
you go out like that you are not a donk
ain’t in that load if baby a’s ain’t in the car
been sittin’ on his ass for four days, i felt that in my heart
seen him in that intersection, left that n~gga’s load parked
wasn’t really on that and he ain’t really make it far
when i ran into his ass it was over
faced him like i took a selfie of him, i got closе up
hate them townhome n~ggas, in thе jity only time that i throw fours up
but ain’t no pass for 44th, n~ggas know we comin’
n~ggas know what’s comin’, n~ggas know we huntin’
spin with blue flags, throw ’em off, i think we on to somethin’
stood over cuz with the switch and started chokin’ on me
how you the real boogieman and we smoked your cousin?
n~ggas always frontin’, i’m through sacs for that, stop actin’ like you smoked my brother
jump out, i love revenge, it’s always repercussions
sit and wait, you know timin’ is of the essence
[verse 2]
i function with the west, i ain’t trippin’ over kevin
homies ain’t feelin’ that, it is what it is, i know baby k steppin’
i love pig, i got scenes with lil’ bro, he on whatever
don’t take her back when she fat, that mean you care you gotta let her
that’s some free game for pimpin’
but back to this murder sh~t, we some real k!llers
every time i had to blow my pole, i lost one so i was in my feelin’s
that get back be feelin’ great it just hit different
famous but still buy a striker push that b~tch to stockton
ayy, how you gon’ speak on a n~gga that got it poppin’
got up on cuh with fully switch but it just started lockin’
ain’t even run back to the car, i just started joggin’ (ayy)
my sh~t jam, i took the pole from bro i ain’t got no option
before this rap sh~t got poppin, i was fully rockin
hundred thousand dollar cuban piece, this ain’t s and i
have the drop but i ain’t have no striker, i took the b~tch ride
gettin’ sh~t done grab two more, this gon’ be my fifth time
i can tell this n~gga never did a stand over
ain’t ever had a momma airbrushing t~shirts
then went and birthed that p~ssy b~tch, i hope that she hurt
yeah, took out that trash, big homies can’t say nothin’ to me
told boyboy he ain’t got a body, i ain’t bumpin’ with him
new n~gga hopped inside that load with me, he was f~ckin with it
d~mn near spinned they store by myself, had ’em duckin switches
[verse 3]
the last n~gga was a weenie but i still popped him
semi~autos played out like some foamposites
when i was seventeen years old i was dome poppin’
left the house with micro drac’, i ain’t have no options
spot a n~gga i already know the deal
f~ckin’ for hours off the perc’, that how i know it’s real
know if i throw this euro back, someone gettin’ k!lled
daddy dead, demar dead, d~mn n~gga this a long list
y’all dissin’ me in songs, bloods y’all worrying about the wrong sh~t
the n~gga out there smoked y’all homie, n~gga smoke him
vance cousin died, next day he made a whole diss
you shoulda doubled back, y’all worried ’bout the wrong sh~t
can’t tell what you on so we can bump, n~gga sup
i’m that n~gga droppin’ pins, you the one that makes store runs
tell n~ggas send that lo’ more than several times, i’m gon’ come
some n~ggas say the dracy thing got kick but when i shoot this b~tch it don’t jump
don’t bring your lil ho around me, i’m gon’ bump, i’m not gon’ f~ck on her
ayy, i’m gonna get some skins
[verse 4]
wasn’t in the pen gettin’ punched on by suckas, no i ain’t lil leek
them 7th street n~ggas got bodies, we ain’t like the n~ggas from the p
jumped out the maybach with drac had to drop the ski
to be real i can’t name one opp that dropped on me
really catching all the b’s don’t let ’em cap
only bringing twany up when i tell you that n~gga really got no hats
ayy, go catch you one
four of your homies dead, it’s time to hang it up
i hate a b~tch that act boujee when she a duck
any b~tch that’s talkin’ ’bout money gotta get me some (gz)
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