Come and Get Me Lyrics

Uh, two-steppin' in B Uh, two-steppin' in B

Uh, two-steppin' in B

That right

Uh, two-steppin' in B Uh, two-steppin' in B

If it's on, then it's on, come and get me

Everything a nigga do, I gotta stay G

Eight chains, Mr. T, we the eight team

Nigga, look at my cream, I got a red beam

A whoop, a bop, a bitch by any means

What about my fuckin' lean

She lookin' good in jeans

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we runnin' streets

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we runnin' streets

It's me makin' all that noise, it's me makin' all that noise

Up that pogo stick and watch your body get to bouncin', ho

Six, oh, six, three, six, what the fuck you mean

Niggas gon' outshine, hoo, in your fuckin' dreams

Get me high, I'm a killer, polo, fuck that heel

Figure ballin' you just like a blizzard

I found you in Reputation slidin' like a python

Holla at my python, I just want a light one

Just to get the night goin

Smooth talkin' and a moonwalker, uh

Brr, brr, that's a new stalker

What? She ain't let me win, but I got topped off on the couch

So, I ain't really trippin' cause it's the throat that counts

If it's on, then it's on, come and get me

Everything a nigga do, I gotta stay G

Eight chains, Mr. T, we the eight team

Nigga, look at my cream, I got a red beam

A whoop, a bop, bop, bitch, by any means

What about my fuckin' lane? She lookin' good in jeans

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we run the street

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we run the street

Tell me who you really know, gotta float like this

I'm spittin' like a Millie Gunn with the longest clip

Some say I'm not from here, how's this world

Jenga leg, jenga leg, then I'm out your girl

I Burnie Mack, break her back, then you run and take her back

Damn, I want you fucked with a pimp and a lack

You can have what you like, got some rock and a yak, shit

Call me Jordan Peele if you wanna pop a flat

If it's on, then it's on, come and get me

Everything a nigga do, I gotta stay G

Eight chains, Mr. T, we the eight team

Nigga, look at my cream, I got a red beam

A whoop, a bop, bop, bitch, by any means

What about my fuckin' lane? She lookin' good in jeans

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we run the street

These niggas runnin' out of time, shit, we run the street