COME AROUND ft. awfulshawty Lyrics

Ay, that boy is a jake, he can't come around

We got too much za, we got pounds and pounds

We ain't even speaking, we still super loud

We just like to chill, we just like to lounge

Rifle in the truck, do not get gunned down

He cannot run, my gang will surround

Hollows hit his chest, then he hit the ground

Make him disappear, he cannot get found

Thought she was my queen, but she dropped the crown

Ay, you said it was us, but you let me down

Ay, cop some psilocybin, get the right amount

Yeah, tripping off them drugs, I'm so psyched out

Just spent a lot of money, I'm so psyched out

I still got 'em racky's in my bank account

Why you talking money with me? You a clown

Bullets in that boy, he need a ultrasound

Stepping and finessing, you can't catch me now

Talking like you got it, need to shut your mouth

With Miami in the stu, yeah, we don't mess around

Niggas try it, I don't buy it

If you come then I'ma fire it up

Be so geeked, yeah let me light this up

Shit I can't breathe, but I'ma roll another one

It's a pretty color in my cup

No light weight, gotta double up

The faces blue, the racks stay up

There's never too much, so much fun

I got it all, don't stress 'bout none

Bitch I'm a getter, this ain't luck

They saying, "You be so fucked up"

You in love, but I love the drugs

See in your eyes, that you is stuck

You just a bitch nigga, you ain't tuff

I'll take your bitch nigga, wrap it up (wrap it up)

You don't like me? Never heard that one (funny as fuck)

These niggas fumble, niggas bums

These niggas faking, see you bluff

But you was on me in the club

She not Zelda, we don't link

I smoke Za, you still hit blink

Is it brown? Is it pink?

She didn't say none, she just wink

Ay, nine slip, I don't lack

Shots, we sending 'em back

Lil' backpack, fill it up with the cash

Smoke a lil' bit, now I'm laid back, yuh