YK HOW WE COMING Lyrics

Niggas keep hitting my phone bout a play

Put the lil bitch on em

Now we know where he stay

I'm in love with the green

I don't play for the Bay

Finna roll up some candy

Just hand me the tray

Cut on the speakers this shit get to jumping

He tied up his sneakers

That boy got to running

Just made me a 10 I can't stop thumbing

It's TrollGod shit YK HOW WE COMING

Say you need some racks

How much do you need

Your nigga broke tell him get on Indeed

The streets getting hungry and I gotta feed

He don't want no money

Only worried bout weed

I go back to State then I get to servin'

Have them boys pull up on you

Like dat shit urgent

Da Men masked up

It look like we was purging

You not from the hood

We know you suburban

Flex for the gram nigga just stop it

You tell me to get it boy why don't you cop it

Niggas not really having

They window shopping

I'm TGZ finna get shit popping

I need it for real

When I blow up I ain't signing a deal

Got a crash out dummy

In the field for the bills

I got what you need

Got exotic and pills

I know that you smell it nigga that shit funky

Serving the city got wonderful junkies

Just look at my pockets

You know that they lumpy

I jumped off the porch

Like a hard headed monkey

My shordy a ten her ass kind of chunky

No I don't want to talk

If it ain't bout the money

This shit can get dark it ain't always sunny

I'm eating this beat like a young nigga hungry

Im wrapping em up like a mf mummy

I'm really a star like I'm serving the country

Puffing this zaza a nigga got the munchies

Damn she wanna roll cause she see that I'm shining

Got ice on my neck VVS so defining

Like dat boy at the shop we gone get the lining

I get to the green like 2k perfect timing

He passed me the jay my producer be diming

I'm gone off the zaza I can't stop rhyming

I gave her some money now she done whining

I'm in trap with men

I feel like Ben over the week I just made me a Ten

My shordy a Barbie I do what I want

You do what you Ken

I'm in the beam might cop me a Benz

Niggas keep hitting my phone bout a play

Put the lil bitch on em

Now we know where he stay

I'm in love with the green

I don't play for the Bay

Finna roll up some candy

Just hand me the tray

Cut on the speakers this shit get to jumping

He tied up his sneakers

That boy got to running

Just made me a 10 I can't stop thumbing

It's TrollGod shit YK HOW WE COMING