C’MERE!

Lyrics

[Intro: Skyte] Gang Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah,-yeah Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah,-yeah Gang, gang, yeah, uhh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Skyte] They like, "how they get so rich?" Bet them niggas mad (Ew) I throw racks up on his bitch while I slap her ass (Slap her ass) On my gang I cannot switch Ian no fucking rat (Yeah, yeah) We taking all yo' shit, you ain't getting nothing back (Like come here, try to get it) Come here, come here Don't try to run, man, I swear we gon' get you Step up to me wtf are you mental? Catch that boy, fill him with lead, pencil Paint the room using a red stencil We finna catch you lackin', nigga Better be ready my semi packin', nigga Beat that boy ass, yeah, what happened, nigga? I gotta bag cause I'm steady trappin', nigga Not with the movie or funny actin', nigga I do not share the bag I don't ration, nigga You got me fucked up thinkin' I care I bust a nut in a white bitches hair He sent the addy, I'm already there When I walk in, all they do is just stare (Like, the fuck are you looking at, nigga? Get on) [Verse 2: VOODOOCHILDDD] No, you're not looking at me, no I put your bro on a Tee, hoe You wanna be seen, your life getting stole Step on his teeth, and his face, and his skull I eat up the beat, lil' bitch, 'till I'm full I smoke real gas you can't pull If you come to me, you're getting fucked up I smoke weed, my bro sippin' lean, he can't kick the cup I cannot name a ho I trust The way my name be in they mouth I swear to God these niggas sus It's just me, lil' bitch, not us And we leaving all the competition in the dust [Verse 3: Skyte] Uh, competition it's not scarin' me My clique got too much vanity I'm one with insanity Yo' broke ass shop at family tree Nigga go ahead take those words back Before I put real shooters on your porch My niggas lit, this ain't no torch Better back up 'fore a nigga get scorched Eat the beat up, no, I don't need a fork Your bitch came over, she slid in them shorts Step back, I'm MVP of the court, wet that Make 'em dead meat, like pork Way that your wifey keep tryna slide on me I would think she was filing divorce You could never match my stats, never meet my high 'Cause you lame, boy ,you a dork, bitch