Comin’ At Yo Azz

[Intro]
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike

[Verse 1]
I floats like a butterfly, I sting like a bee
I’m as rough and rugged as a motherfucking tree
One, two, three and don’t forget four
Niggas that I flex, have them wrestled to the fucking floor
One pop, two pop, sweat starts to pop, then I drop
Skinny Pimp kicked in the door and he starts to wreck shop
Was that psychic shit that 2-1-1 must’ve hit?
He picked me up for another, wipe the flames from my lips
He goes “are you alright, my nig, my nigga, my man?”
I am what I am and that’s all that I am
But it left rings around my nose like Toucan Sam
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there goes Mrs. Claudine
She likes me in that pimp riding that ain’t for fuckin’ shorties
These bitches constantly choosing
But these bitches constantly using
Cause someone can get this nina, slipping the bitch I saw in my dreams
And I am a roughneck, through the veins in my neck, you check, I want you

[Bridge]
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass

[Verse 2]
I drop off smooth spleens on your portrayal of your defence
I really don’t like Christmas, cause I’m the damn Grinch
And for me, it’s easy to break you off something
Something like what, my foot broke off in yo damn butt
Get touched, digging nuts, my rhymes kick like mantras
That gangsta, I’m the realsta and the pimpsta
The deuce, oh not the four oh, I can rap hoe
John Wayne on yo ass but you’re dealing with the mack, jack
So roll up another endo sack, buy another pint of yak
So welcome to the underground in the cells where I dwell
Better be down with this motherfucking pimp sound, well bitch, I’m versatile
What, you don’t believe me, watch how I rock this crowd
When I come with that wicked shit (guess who)
It’s Carmike, Carmike, damn that nigga never quits
But I can’t, cause I’m…

[Outro]
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike
Carmike, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, comin’ at yo ass
Carmike, comin’ at yo ass, comin’ at yo ass