C’Mere

[Intro]
(Oi, Bullo)
(Ayo, EliWTF)

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Come here
He tryna run, that nigga gettin' scared
Forty keep barkin', shit fuck with my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
I think I shot 'em
Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em
Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter
Percentage on a hundred, I don't need a charger
Like, bet he won't dodge it
Opps dissin', I flick at they fathеr
I'm not a nigga that want you to live, every shot that I throw, it hit a littlе harder
Like, don't try to guard him
He don't know, it's only gettin' darker
G turn a fat nigga to a jogger
And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner
Scout on that block from the mornin', civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker
He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner
I got my G, bet it solve all my problems

[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
Grrah, grrah, boom (Uh-huh)
I got my G, bet it solve all my—
Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em
Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen
Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em
Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge
I tried to cut through the back like Siakam
I might creep in his yard like a possum (Grrah, grrah, boom)
I need— I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh)
Where you from? Bro, he don't know the answer
I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa
Ooter throwin' like Eli, no Manning (Grrah, grrah)
TD, OA, Fargos, hand 'em
I might turn my lil' bro into scammer
She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer)
I started breakin' her back with no manners (Grrah, graah, boom)
All black, brodie duckin' 'em cameras
Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer
I just might sit on that block like a camper
I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah
Like, Relly, he might throw a tantrum
I got bullets that's bigger than planets (Grrah, grrah)
Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Grrah, grrah)
B—Bi—Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Verse 3: NazGPG & Sdot Go]
Pop out, who wanna play?
Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the gang
I start flockin', I feel like I'm Klay
Relly be buggin', like Shaq in the paint
Throw a shot, then go lay up with bae
I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace
Like, bro put the dot on his face
I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace
Two shots, bro, he better duck
No gun, look what happened to Ruck
He tryna reach, then I'm blowin' my G (Come here, come here)
Don't you let me up first, if he miss, then he fucked

[Verse 4: Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
Oh, it's up? Then just say that
He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Bet if he look, I'ma throw, cops gettin' close to the scene, I'm lookin like, "Where Jay at?" (That's word to my mother)
Dot, I had to get low, don't you worry 'bout me, where the rest of the gang at?
He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that (Like, word to bro)
G hidin'— G hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at? (Grrah, grrah, boom, nigga)
Like, what if he tried to get— (Don't try to run, nigga)
Like, grrah, boom

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
C— Come here
He tryna run, that nigga gettin' scared
Forty keep barkin', shit fuck with my ear
Went to go spin, there was nobody there
Bro, he movin' weird
Back out the G, put the beam on his beard
Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair
There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear