Come In Tha Place

[Verse 1 : Kenny]
These bitch niggas like "Siegel's on this track?" Say it ain't so
His flow's the truth, you say it ain't so
Y'all playa hate the dope 'cause your strange and gay flows
Can't make you pesos I can make it rain though like a day in April
Chain sway and hang low
Need to buy some more of these J's 'cause they a day old
Keep chicks in my sheets I lay your main hoe
Keep bitches undercover as if they was plain clothes
When it comes to C-notes K'll take note like I'm memo scribbling
And him mo' sicker than most
Keep a toast in the Bathing Ape coat
That's just for niggas who ain't playing they role
Off in back of the club I post just like bail
When I hold this toaster tight hope you like hell
I chase dough just like there's no tonight
Kenny he receive notes just like folks inside jail

[Chorus]
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck

[Verse 2: Julius]
I'm pimping all over the world, yeah I feel like Luda
Taking everything 'till we feel like looters
You can be iced out still I'm cooler
Nigga I'm winter I'm a winner, see a tender I'll win her
You can cuff her but you still might lose her
Clean up nice yea my gear's like loafers
The man of steel I conceal my Ruger
Damn I'm fly real life Superman, yea the kid is a mac
I bag you chick now your chick in a sack
I dip in the Lac
Car fresh as newborns painted baby blue the rims similac
I'm a head of my time and my watch is ten minutes fast
I'm leading them in the back
We been spending six figure stacks
We rich niggas sick spitters 'bout as sick as this Jim Gittum track

[Chorus]
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
Who come in the place frowning like the sun's in his face
Gun in the waist your baby mother love when he say, ayh
I'm with a good girl who's stuck in her way
Put my dick in your mouth bitch and fuck what you say
I turn my Diz-odger hat to the biz-ack
'Cause that's the only wiz-ay that my ciz-ap get twisted
Who is it? Who is he? Who is that?
It's Mister Capone with them hoes in the biz-ack (ayh)
So tuck in your chain you can't trust, the grimy Untouchable Gang
We touch your jugular vein motherfuck what you claim
You can't fuck with me if we was running a train on the same slut
I'm up in the strip club juggling change up
Make it flood when it rain hunned struggling ain't us
Ay, it's like I smuggle and slang drugs 'cause I got a blowjob
In front of the same club

[Chorus]
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck
We come in tha place off Hennessy with nothing to chase
Loving the taste
Thuggish with a gun in our waist
Put one in your face we rich niggas still in the cut
Living it up and we not giving a fuck