Comin Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Hannah Everhart] (Chamberlain, he's got it) Lately, I began to see signs That you got leavin' me on your mind I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you It's hard to face, but I know the truth [Verse 1: That Mexican OT] This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry, I'm tired of the truth, I want some lies Fucked-up childhood, was traumatized, took a trip to hell, had to go demon time Extended clip lookin' like curly fries, worked hard, gotta see the other side Now it's Kick Doe Clique, bitch, we on the rise, pourin' Wock'-Wock' on my pecan pie Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feelin' like Billy Ray I might be hardheadеd and don't listen, but I do what my semi say I'm a short-ass Mexican, 5'5", but I'm still stеppin' on anything Pocket rocket, got me itty-bitty thing I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid Pour up my cup, I be knockin' out ten a day I don't want no Trish and I'll sure as hell throw that Pai in your face I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and then give it away I came up without shit, so I know what it's like and I'm tired of pain Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down and I'm lettin' 'em hang, uh Yeah, I'm just tryna rap I ain't tryna be in the hood hittin' no licks, you can't say that it's cap I done proved myself, now I'm out gettin' rich Blued up every day, out here lookin' like Stitch Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch Woke up the next day, ain't nobody say shit, for real (Right on) [Chorus: OTB Fastlane] I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down (Ayy), I'm comin' down [Verse 2: OTB Fastlane] Ayy, knee-deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it too real (Woo) Lil' bitch said she was done with me, I bet she fuck me still Took a loss, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal (Yeah) Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal, come on (Uh) This shit ain't come overnight, been puttin' down for years (Woo) Thinkin' 'bout my nigga dead and gone, shit still give me chills (Woo) Rockin' shows, then go cop the lows, I'm still sellin' pills (Yeah) ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sing like Lauryn Hill (Come on) Ayy, Texas, Texas, thuggin', livin' reckless Foreign, digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace (Ayy) I go chew a Perc', fuck my bitch and do my best shit (Know what I'm sayin'?) Boss like I'm Slim Thugga, 'cause niggas hate they bitches love us [Chorus: OTB Fastlane] I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up) I'm comin' down (Ayy), I'm comin' down [Outro: Hannah Everhart] Lately, I began to see signs That you got leavin' me on your mind I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you It's hard to face, but I know the truth