Here We Come

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Me and the mic, we hang out, like me and Lou do You don't let me let me and my crew through You'll basically take a walk in my shoes I roll with mad [?] cuz we smash out crews, nigga I keep the dro and Henny, raps I got plenty I got the sauce, fuck an award cuz I don't need any I got the streets with me, that's all a fella need I'm out of town with Mad Dolla and we burning hella weed Sitting on twenties, [?] I'd rather be up in this mix instead of chicks complaining Rich man, Nike sign, Yankee fitted on "6 minutes until you perform, Cheeks, lets get it on" My shit bang, we get the money like Monopoly You either roll or bouncе, shit, nobody stopping me I smoke 50 dollar blunts, mother fuck thе [?] The nigga Cheeks now on the scene to give em what they need [Hook 1] Went to an Escalade, nigga, a drop-top, nigga A real fly nigga, an iced-out nigga, with some real slum niggas Some dirty gun niggas, some drug run niggas Some "here we come" niggas I got my pedicure bitches, my manicure bitches My whip-pushing bitches, my no kiss bitches My clothes-stealing bitches, my [?] peeling bitches My [?] bitches, some more killing business [Verse 2] My cell's ringing, hi, chick's up on the other end GNV, the best that's ever done it, heard to Brother Blend Shout out Jamaica, Queens Niggas you can tell it from the way I get down and my getup And you smell it Chronic in the air, yeah, that nigga Cheeks burning Blowing off them instrumentals on them techniques turning Cologne smelling good, jewelry flashing Pop them Os, make the Hennessey, we keep it ghetto fashion Love my music bumping, love the running something Love it, getting paid just to keep the party jumping You know the situations, niggas, they be fronting hard I steps all up into they sessions, it ain't nothing, God Hide behind they videos, niggas talking trash When they see me and my team, them crowds be walking fast Best to keep it moving cuz it's official here I got my niggas on the low but keep my pistol near [Hook 2] Whatchu, an empty-gun nigga? A real bum nigga? A first to run nigga? So where you from, nigga? We just stay here, nigga, we play here, nigga Them AK niggas, so make way, nigga Where my train-taking bitches? Money-making bitches? Them no playing bitches? Them what you saying bitches? My gun-toting bitches, my no joking bitches My weed-smoking bitches for those stuck in bitches [Verse 3] I'm talking the late night creeps, the black and white jeeps Cousin, pass the mic to me, I better hype the peeps See niggas know me from way back when LB, YG, Fox Fam, Top 10 We doing bigger gigs, we buying bigger cribs It's the way us niggas live, acting like bigger kids Wifey hold me down, plus she push the S-pound I'm getting money from this game that I finesse, clown [Bridge] All my niggas drink a lot, smoke a lot, fuck a lot All my bitches drink a lot, smoke a lot, fuck a lot [Hook 1]