Come Thru Lyrics

Told the lil bitch better come thru

Beat up that pussy like 1-2

Try to run up, that strap is on me

You gon' find out what that gun do

If you want smoke better come thru

7-6-2 get it rippin' up

Glock with a drum that bih' rippin' off

Louis v coat this original

VVS diamonds imperial

Killin' that pussy no serial

Run up on me, you aint serious

Chopper kick back, yeah, im putting that fear in em'

Gold on my neck like a pharaoh

Run up on me n i muzzle the barrel

Stackin' i'm getting mucho apparel

Get inna' room n she singing a carol

I like my prada and gucci

I like to ride in a two seat

I live my life like a movie

I like to fuck when she moody

Fillin' her up with that ushy-gushy like a smoothie

Opp tried pushin up n he aint move me

I crack a bottle she crackin a truly

I hit the spot and it turn to a movie

I hit the spot set it off like im boosie

Told the lil bitch better come thru

Beat up that pussy like 1-2

Try to run up, that strap is on me

You gon' find out what that gun do

If you want smoke better come thru

7-6-2 get it rippin' up

Glock with a drum that bih' rippin' off

Louis v coat this original

Told the lil bitch better come thru

Beat up that pussy like 1-2

Try to run up, that strap is on me

You gon' find out what that gun do

If you want smoke better come thru

7-6-2 get it rippin' up

Glock with a drum that bih' rippin' off

Louis v coat this original

We on the molly

And im on her body

She goin too fast

She put that head on my johhny

And she make it sloppy

Like how do you do that

I put that arch in her spine

She throwin it back

You on my mind i'm in your stomach

100's on 100's i'm keepin' em' coming

50's and 20's i never stop thumbin'

I'm hoppin' out of my conscious

Every thought in my brain this shit flawless

Hoe you ain't flawless

Tryna go to PlanetLu, i told her to hop on the rocket

Your irreplaceable

Beat up the pussy ain't tasting boo

I'm chasing a bag i ain't chasing you

Pants and the safe yeah its full of blues

I want a new watch, bust-down

Hoe on my line tryna fuck, nah

Bih' tryna cuff told her fuck nah

Pull out the dick she a slut now

Bae we aint fucking no casual

I'm finna spend a lil bag on you

Pass her a rack for the shopping trip

She say my whip like a rocket ship

And when i smoke i get talkative

Well im gonna talk on it

This ho' be dressing provocative

Out of reality like she in oculus

Talking your shit,

Preposterous

Roll up my weed but im staying cognitive

You aint my bitch, we ain't locking in

Whatever you need just say n i'm coppin' it

Fuck with my flow and they tryna copy it

Tryna be me n they

Stu-stu-study and copy it

Told the lil bitch better come thru

Beat up that pussy like 1-2

Try to run up, that strap is on me

You gon' find out what that gun do

If you want smoke better come thru

7-6-2 get it rippin' up

Glock with a drum that bih' rippin' off

Louis v coat this original