Come Here

[Intro]
Ooh, RJ
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin'

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Come here, lil' bitch, I need that pussy and the face
Hell no, I'm trippin', put that money in my hand
Ooh, let her taste it, why she wanna suck it off again
But she ain't catch it all, got nut on my pants
My side bitch from France, prostitute from Japan
One ho sell pussy, other one scams
Just had to hit my AZ ho with the backhand
Tried to short me on some money, she was capping
If the bitch run off then the bitch a faggot
This bitch told me five thousand and the bitch vanished

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, it tastes mango when it's in the Fanta
He gon' panic, I'm knowin' he gon' panic
When that pressure on, slide, broad day action
I'm with the scam man, she ask me, "Paper, plastic?"
Tuh, yeah, paper plastic
You with the money train, what you want rappin'?
I'm takin' Cash App only if the bitch average

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ooh, I might blind a bitch with these real karats
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen whippin' up Paris
Ooh, hell yeah, I'm with all terrorists
Pussy nigga, don't get embarrassed
Hit a nigga and we really careless
We'll pull up, nigga, get to blasting
Ooh, my brother made a mil' off of bashing
I made ten this week, I'm back on bragging

[Verse 4: Drego]
Hit the bitches in twos, I'm back-to-backing
She chased me down for the dick, she said she gotta have it
I chase my high with the drink, I sip it with a passion
I swear her shit feel real but her shit plastic
Slide your block and walk up, it in a different jacket

[Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
My nigga want Percs to kill, he a pill addict
Rob your ass in these Loubs, take your shit in fashion
Ooh, 'bout to send my ho bitch to Kansas
My bitches bring me 10K, I buy 'em all asses
Ooh, I ain't touched the dope, it look fancy, uh
I just knocked a ho and got her dancin', uh
Heard you got your prostitute pregnant, uh
You boyfriend pimpin'? Boy, you nasty, uh
Drop the top, gone, that's a classic, huh
You fake tough niggas ain't lastin', uh

[Verse 6: Drego]
Man, I'm a walking classic
It's a lil' different sound, it's automatic
I said, "I know that ass fat, I can manage"
She like, "Boy, calm down, you too manic"
I'm like, "Shut up, lil' bitch, let me grab it"
I'm like, "Shut up, lil' bitch, let me stab it"
Got the head in the whip, look like she dabbin'
If Lonnie call me then I know it's for some static