COME TO MY SECTION Lyrics

I'm finna smoke out these niggas I'm calling Jehovah if I need a witness

My chopper don't jam I'm aiming ain't missing

Love for the mobbing the rob we poor

Love me right now for they snatch out my soul

Ain't holding no grudges I'm letting go

Big things big links bustards

Got your homie laying in a casket

Never argue with a has been nah motherfucker that's a past tense

Never gon drop my standard

Shout out to B block what's Hannan

Nigga thought I was capping I broke his ass like a Kit Kat

Man I been rapping and homies done told me that I brought the real back

Its HATER the Monster

Fuck face don't forget that

Come to my section

Where metal tucked in a sweatpants

The rekere be snapping

Hitting a pop

I'm

Not krapping

Come with your left man

Come to the wesh ends

Oh that's why you left him

Spray in your direction

I move in my own pase in my own lane

Less traffic no speed limit

Hustling paper chasin

Green on my pants I'm Peter Griffin

I tell 'em all move away

Till the nigga feel the distance

These bitches all up in my zone

They juss itching for attention

These rappers I kill em all

I eat em up like a biscuit

As nigga mixing

Ain't no telling what I'm sipping

I keep on minding my business

As I put my focus on a mission

Got us feeling like Spartans

All my niggas standing in position