Coming Thru Lyrics

Uh, uh (Hi Sage)

What's the fuckin move? Hit the function rude

We done pulled up in that Jeep lil' bitch

Watch out, we comin' through

All these racks in my pocket

Pull it out, we thumbin' blue

You a lame, don't hit me up

Little bitch I'm done with you

Yo ass fallin off, bitch you goin' down should troubleshoot

When you is the fuckin man, them lil' hundreds stuck to you

Made this shit look too easy, honestly it's nothin' new

I might go and take a trip, spend some nights at the W

Why you even talking shit, we been the ones right in front of you

We the ones making fun of you, we the ones make the hundreds move

I pulled up, brought the Summit through

Honestly I don't fuck with you

Go and get that bag, it's easy, why you act like it troubles you

Think yo pockets strong but mine way bigger, we got the muscle too

And we do it quick, lil' bitch, we gotta hustle through

Jeep say SRT right at the bottom from the frontal view

You is not on nothing, that's the truth

In a big body Jeep, yes lil' bitch we smashing through

I get racks, the cash, I'm rude

I do what I had to do

Run it up, get the money, go and take different avenues

Gotta worry bout yourself, give a fuck if they mad at you

I'm like where should I travel to, take a trip out to Malibu

And lil' bitch all of my fashion new

You talk shit but we passing you

Think you up, bitch, we cashing too

We go first and you last to move

We the ones that just laugh at you, y'all the ones that ain't acting true

I might pull up in that Hellcat or Track but bring the Scat in view

Throw that big ass bag right to my bro, bitch, that's the Madden move

I been had the Track but I might switch it, make the wagon move

If you in front of us we not gon' slow down, bitch, we flatten you

We get racks, a fact, it's true

Lil' bro send my package through

Bitch we make the fastest moves

Pray I'll never be broke again like I'm from Baton Rouge

Jordan one's, got some satin shoes

Yeah, it's a fact that we up

Watch ain't factory it's bust, if I fell had to get up

Why would I panic, for what

Big body Brabus the truck

Hit the mall, I'm grabbing some stuff

You gon' be packing it up

I pray all the fucking fakes retire

I put Cartis on my face but not the buffs, they the wires

Copping brand new stuff

New Jeep, new tires

And bitch I won't switch for what, same gang, no new hires

Money up, it grew higher

You just capped, you liar

Why you on my dick

Louis up on my drip

Ten, that's my size bitch

These my brothers I'll die with, shake shit up like it's seismic

And I'm riding with the 9 bitch, all you do is lie bitch

All I do is put shots up all day so how could I miss

I'm the king of this shit, refer to me as your highness

The fragrance got some iris, why the fuck would I switch

Stand up on my fucking money bitch I'm 9'6