C'Mere

Bullo on the beat

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?

C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared

.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' 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 100, I don't need a charger

Like, bet, he won't dodge it

Opps dissin', I flick at they father

I'm not a nigga that want you to live

Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder

Like, don't try to guard him

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

G turn fat nigga to a jogger

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

Scout on that block from the morning

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

Graah-graah, 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 (graah-graah, boom)

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

Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer

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

Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (graah, graah)

TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em

I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer

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

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

All black, brodie duckin them 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, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum

I got bullets thats bigger than planets (graah-graah)

Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (graah-graah)

Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (graah-graah, 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

Rolly 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

2 shots, bro he better duck

No gun, look what happened to Ruck

He tryna reach then I'm blowin' my G

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

Bet if he look, I'ma throw

Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin' like "Where Jay at?

Dot, I had to get low don't you worry about 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

G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?

Like what if he tried to get, like

Graah-graah, boom

C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared

.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' 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