Kaay9 - Come on (WB MIX Version) Lyrics

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 f*ckin' hind, pots
We got chop for any nigga
They claim that we a main opp
Dude got left in the street
They knock this motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' skin
Compressor, suppressor
Eat his f*ckin' lip
Crackin' bones in here
Uh, uh, auntie want that Bobby ' Whitney
She, she like Bobby' Whitney
I got fat shit f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' soldier
Like my motherf*ckin' pops
I'ma take your head off your shoulders
Let that motherf*cker 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 f*ckin' everything
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, nigga
Huh
Come on
Come on, nigga
Nigga