Cmon ft. 163 Lil Mar & Lil Monta Lyrics

Came off the worst year of my life

Fuck nigga talk too much, That pussy ass nigga he playin' with his life

He pillowtalk that ain't right

Fuck nigga writing a statement, These nigga ass be rats, These niggas be mice

He don't want beef, he know we violent

He won't speak, just know he solid

She a freak, just know she wildin'

She eat meat, that hoe got mileage

She want me, I won't acknowledge

We won't speak, I don't know nothin' bout it

Keep shit P, I keep shit silent

C3 with me, Just know he riding

I Love my bitch you know she mine

Fuck nigga doing all that dissin', when I catch him his ass dying

Leave him dead, we leave him flying

You can't hang with none of my partna's, You a bitch you not my kind

Smokin' Cam shit got me fried

Lil Shaud ain't stepped on shit, But keep on making disses I think he gay

So many drugs and gun ridin' through the A, we can't get caught with this

Having switch on every gun, opp hoe in the Yo gettin' slutted out

Hit from the back, Foot on her neck she talkin' bout "bae my face hurt"

Tryna' fuck on wassaname, Hold on Lil Monta can't go fed

I'm tryna rock your hoe to bed

Put dick all in her mouth, i told her slow down I cant feel my legs, let's do it

Sucked the soul out me, I can't even feel my ball

He think he my mans, but i will cross him like Jamal

Shooting threes just like Chris Paul, Fucked a thick bitch in the stall

They on slimey shit, can't come around, No I don't fuck with yall

Y'all cant come around

Fucked on her, I'm tryna fuck her friend I left her with a frown

Dumb ass opp jumped in a pond, knowing damn well he gone drown

Bro slapped suppressor on his stick, He ain't tryna make a sound

Switches that go Brrr-Brrr, Gas it go Skrt-Skrt

You can have the bitch, don't want no dealings, she's a Hoo-ker

Can have any bitch I want, I shoot my shot like Devin Boo-ker

Cooling Kit on the switch, 'cause that bitch fry shit like a coo-ker