Come Here Baby

[Hook: LAC]
(Ooooooohhh)
Come here baby
Come here baby
Come here baby
You know without you, I be goin' crazy
Cause I've been thinking, about you lately

[Verse 1: LAC]
That shit you doin' just be motherfuckin' shady
You know that I treat you like a lady
Cause you my baby
So I say girl, "What's your name girl?"
Always runnin' in my mind all the time, girl
So that's why
I'm always grinding for you
Working hard so I can fucking buy shit for you
And I'm vibin' with you
You say you got a main guy, well now you got two
(Aye)
I go to your house like, "What do you want?"
Like make up your mind
You say I ain't got time, you make me inside
Go sip on some wine
Like goddamn you fine
It's 2018, you know you a dime
I'll fuck up this rhyme (let's go)

[Verse 2: Joebama]
It's Joebama, fucked on your lil baby mama
It's presidential, spit that fucking elemental
Getting dome, call that being fucking mental
Hoes need attention? Get off of my fucking mentions
Girl, I'm tryna chill with you, get lit with you
Girl, I'm tryna vibe with you, get high with you
Girl, walk a dog with you, go jog with you
I don't wanna fight with you, girl

[Hook: LAC & Joebama]
Come here baby
Come here baby
Come here baby
You know without you, I be goin' crazy
Cause I've been thinking, about you lately

[Interlude: LAC & Joebama]
*iPhone ringtone playing*
Wait, what the fuck you thinking bout, bro?
I don't know, bro, I don't know
Bro, yo bro, who is it?
Aw fuck, it's my girl
Well I mean, the fuck tell her we're in the middle of something
Like that we're...we're rapping?
Yeah like this (aye)

[Verse 3: LAC & Joebama]
This young nigga go big baller
Only fuck with hunnids, no dollar
I just bought your bitch a new choke collar
Your shit sound like white noise
Shout out to the gang, call that Trailer Boys
Us niggas don't motherfuckin' flex shit
T.I.P. to the motherfuckin' clit
All my niggas on the come up, aye
Pull up to the church, that's a bless up, aye
9 V 6, never mess up, aye
Pull up to your bitch, that's a check up, aye
That's what you're on, nigga I want more
Bands, bands, bands on my feet, nigga
This is all the shit that you can't see
Pull up to your bitch, see a snack
Yeah, she an Almond Joy
Yeah, hanging with the Trailer Boys
I'm who you're tryna be
So let's just take a seat
*Inhales from vape*
*Coughing*