How You Coming

Lyrics
[Intro] Uh, uh, uh Tell that boy that's that Public Housing shit Every song, man, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man [Chorus] Oh, that's how you comin' now? This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look likе they juggernaut Can't close thе spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot Like, hold on, wait [Verse 1] How much them bricks again? Niggas ain't dead, fuck it, go and spin again Fucked 'round and missed my show, I'm at the spot tryna get them chickens in I don't give a fuck, nigga, if you nine or 12, nigga, I don't fuck with pigs Fuck 'round and I do 'em way bad, just put this dope up in your wig Man, bring 'em in, take a risk, bitch, let's run up these Benjamins Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother nigga wrecked my shit I'm stickin' with my nappy 'fro, I ain't tryna go and mat my wicks They come and go, I'm rich, you can't even name a ho that I can't hit All I do is pick, before you blink, that lil' bitch hit Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this shit again We ain't never got no M's together, nigga, you ain't my twin Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this shit gon' get [Chorus] Oh, that's how you comin' now? This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look like they juggernaut Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot Like, hold on, wait [Verse 2] No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'ussé, no, no I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh That Mayback old as fuck, that bitch there an '08 Nigga, check the date, nigga, your timin' late, uh, uh Check on your bitch, her period late, nigga I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, nigga, okay?
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Credits
- Writers
- Real Boston Richey
- 1040
- yungfuel