C'Mere (feat. Jay Hound & NazGPG)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:33 duration
๐ ID: 9935261
๐ Lyrics
(Bullo on the beat)
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
I think I shot 'em
Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger
Like, bet, he won't dodge it
Opps dissin', I flick at they father
I'm not a nigga that want you to live
Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder
Like, don't try to guard him
He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
G turn fat nigga to a jogger
And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner
Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems
(Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh)
(I got my G, bet, it solve all my-)
Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
I might creep in his yard like a possum (Graah-graah, boom)
I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)
Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer
I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (Graah, graah)
TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer
She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)
I started breakin' her back with no manners (Graah-graah, boom)
All black, brodie duckin them cameras
Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer
I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah
Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum
I got bullets thats bigger than planets (Graah-graah)
Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Graah-graah)
Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Graah-graah, boom)
Pop out, who wanna play?
Like I'm the one takin these risks for the gang
I start flockin, I feel like I'm Klay
Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint
Throw a shot then go lay up with bae
I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace
Like, bro put the dot on his face
I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace
2 shots, bro he better duck
No gun, look what happened to Ruck
He tryna reach then I'm blowin my G
Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked
Oh it's up? Then, just say that
He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach
Bet if he look, I'ma throw
Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin like "Where Jay at?"
Dot, I had to get low don't you worry bout me
Where the rest of the gang at?
He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that
G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?
(Like what if he tried to get, like)
(Graah-graah, boom)
C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
I think I shot 'em
Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger
Like, bet, he won't dodge it
Opps dissin', I flick at they father
I'm not a nigga that want you to live
Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder
Like, don't try to guard him
He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
G turn fat nigga to a jogger
And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner
Scout on that block from the morning
Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems
(Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh)
(I got my G, bet, it solve all my-)
Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
I might creep in his yard like a possum (Graah-graah, boom)
I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)
Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer
I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (Graah, graah)
TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em
I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer
She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)
I started breakin' her back with no manners (Graah-graah, boom)
All black, brodie duckin them cameras
Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer
I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah
Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum
I got bullets thats bigger than planets (Graah-graah)
Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Graah-graah)
Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Graah-graah, boom)
Pop out, who wanna play?
Like I'm the one takin these risks for the gang
I start flockin, I feel like I'm Klay
Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint
Throw a shot then go lay up with bae
I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace
Like, bro put the dot on his face
I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace
2 shots, bro he better duck
No gun, look what happened to Ruck
He tryna reach then I'm blowin my G
Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked
Oh it's up? Then, just say that
He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach
Bet if he look, I'ma throw
Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin like "Where Jay at?"
Dot, I had to get low don't you worry bout me
Where the rest of the gang at?
He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that
G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?
(Like what if he tried to get, like)
(Graah-graah, boom)
C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
.40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.27] (Bullo on the beat)
[00:08.74]
[00:11.53] (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
[00:12.38] C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
[00:15.31] .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
[00:17.04] Went to go spin, there was nobody there
[00:18.12] Bro, he movin' weird
[00:20.41] Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
[00:21.96] Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
[00:23.46] There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
[00:25.45] I think I shot 'em
[00:26.81] Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
[00:28.37] Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
[00:29.82] Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger
[00:31.29] Like, bet, he won't dodge it
[00:33.13] Opps dissin', I flick at they father
[00:34.42] I'm not a nigga that want you to live
[00:36.38] Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder
[00:37.89] Like, don't try to guard him
[00:39.30] He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
[00:40.81] G turn fat nigga to a jogger
[00:42.12] And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner
[00:44.22] Scout on that block from the morning
[00:45.70] Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
[00:47.09] He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
[00:48.56] I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems
[00:50.26] (Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh)
[00:51.74] (I got my G, bet, it solve all my-)
[00:53.61] Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
[00:55.17] Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
[00:56.61] Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
[00:58.12] Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
[01:00.04] I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
[01:01.34] I might creep in his yard like a possum (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:03.21] I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)
[01:05.56] Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer
[01:06.49] I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
[01:08.13] Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (Graah, graah)
[01:09.66] TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em
[01:11.15] I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer
[01:12.89] She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)
[01:14.52] I started breakin' her back with no manners (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:16.56] All black, brodie duckin them cameras
[01:17.67] Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer
[01:19.15] I just might sit on that block like a camper
[01:20.86] I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah
[01:22.90] Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum
[01:24.07] I got bullets thats bigger than planets (Graah-graah)
[01:25.53] Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Graah-graah)
[01:27.20] Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:28.97] Pop out, who wanna play?
[01:30.25] Like I'm the one takin these risks for the gang
[01:31.72] I start flockin, I feel like I'm Klay
[01:33.10] Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint
[01:34.95] Throw a shot then go lay up with bae
[01:36.61] I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace
[01:38.17] Like, bro put the dot on his face
[01:39.81] I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace
[01:41.26] 2 shots, bro he better duck
[01:42.98] No gun, look what happened to Ruck
[01:44.49] He tryna reach then I'm blowin my G
[01:45.97] Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked
[01:48.00] Oh it's up? Then, just say that
[01:49.03] He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach
[01:50.71] Bet if he look, I'ma throw
[01:52.01] Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin like "Where Jay at?"
[01:53.98] Dot, I had to get low don't you worry bout me
[01:55.90] Where the rest of the gang at?
[01:57.45] He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that
[02:00.25] G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?
[02:04.05] (Like what if he tried to get, like)
[02:06.65] (Graah-graah, boom)
[02:07.48] C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
[02:09.12] .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
[02:10.63] Went to go spin, there was nobody there
[02:12.83] Bro, he movin' weird
[02:14.08] Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
[02:15.53] Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
[02:17.20] There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
[02:18.37]
[00:08.74]
[00:11.53] (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
[00:12.38] C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
[00:15.31] .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
[00:17.04] Went to go spin, there was nobody there
[00:18.12] Bro, he movin' weird
[00:20.41] Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
[00:21.96] Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
[00:23.46] There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
[00:25.45] I think I shot 'em
[00:26.81] Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
[00:28.37] Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
[00:29.82] Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger
[00:31.29] Like, bet, he won't dodge it
[00:33.13] Opps dissin', I flick at they father
[00:34.42] I'm not a nigga that want you to live
[00:36.38] Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder
[00:37.89] Like, don't try to guard him
[00:39.30] He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
[00:40.81] G turn fat nigga to a jogger
[00:42.12] And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner
[00:44.22] Scout on that block from the morning
[00:45.70] Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
[00:47.09] He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
[00:48.56] I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems
[00:50.26] (Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh)
[00:51.74] (I got my G, bet, it solve all my-)
[00:53.61] Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
[00:55.17] Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
[00:56.61] Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
[00:58.12] Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
[01:00.04] I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
[01:01.34] I might creep in his yard like a possum (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:03.21] I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)
[01:05.56] Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer
[01:06.49] I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
[01:08.13] Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (Graah, graah)
[01:09.66] TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em
[01:11.15] I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer
[01:12.89] She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)
[01:14.52] I started breakin' her back with no manners (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:16.56] All black, brodie duckin them cameras
[01:17.67] Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer
[01:19.15] I just might sit on that block like a camper
[01:20.86] I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah
[01:22.90] Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum
[01:24.07] I got bullets thats bigger than planets (Graah-graah)
[01:25.53] Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Graah-graah)
[01:27.20] Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Graah-graah, boom)
[01:28.97] Pop out, who wanna play?
[01:30.25] Like I'm the one takin these risks for the gang
[01:31.72] I start flockin, I feel like I'm Klay
[01:33.10] Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint
[01:34.95] Throw a shot then go lay up with bae
[01:36.61] I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace
[01:38.17] Like, bro put the dot on his face
[01:39.81] I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace
[01:41.26] 2 shots, bro he better duck
[01:42.98] No gun, look what happened to Ruck
[01:44.49] He tryna reach then I'm blowin my G
[01:45.97] Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked
[01:48.00] Oh it's up? Then, just say that
[01:49.03] He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach
[01:50.71] Bet if he look, I'ma throw
[01:52.01] Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin like "Where Jay at?"
[01:53.98] Dot, I had to get low don't you worry bout me
[01:55.90] Where the rest of the gang at?
[01:57.45] He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that
[02:00.25] G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at?
[02:04.05] (Like what if he tried to get, like)
[02:06.65] (Graah-graah, boom)
[02:07.48] C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared
[02:09.12] .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear
[02:10.63] Went to go spin, there was nobody there
[02:12.83] Bro, he movin' weird
[02:14.08] Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
[02:15.53] Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
[02:17.20] There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear
[02:18.37]