COMIN 4 U

[Chorus: Lil Slim]
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door

[Verse 1: Lil Slim]
Who that nigga? (With the Glock)
Who that nigga? Surely, it be me, Slim (Break off, bitch)
See, it's just a hustle, ain't no time, mane, for that "okay, though"
First I get that mind, son, then I leave them pockets broke
Hopped out there, fucked the tramp, now it's time to blow some dope
Move, I'm down to cone the street, scoop my nigga Lil' Black up
Take a sip, quarter dime, then we quickly rob it all
Swisher Sweet, show you right, big boys only chief them blunts
Now I'm high, mane, so high, and this day, mane, ain't complete
Plus I'm lookin' damn good, but my pockets feelin' weak
Glock cocked, Chevy, mean ridin', scopin', Caper Stang
Who be dead? Cap the trick, you're type can't truly stand the stang
Now I must get near 'em, and I hope this bitch don't try his luck
Bloody Glock, left 'em dead, redrum, show non-stop

[Chorus: Lil Slim]
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door

[Verse 2: Lil Slim]
Right here, part two, psychopathic murderer
Let me get them ho-kill on them nigga who got anna'
You don't know them demons dwellin' in my soul
Visions of bloody bodies, I might push off this load
Oh no, Wizzod? Can you help me out?
I'm gonna send some niggas right to hell with the Glock shoved in they mouth
Slightness, I must be slick, and I'm so quick, because I hide, no face shown, real killer type shit, bitch
So thick, my clique, Binghamp', you didn't know
Lanin' National, Mitchell Heights midnight prowlers on the go
So, rise up, your nuts, what it do?
Now I must complete my mission of turn any nigga
Your wig, it splits, my trunk, your last sightin'
That ho come, them screamed at me, you scizzared your type
Bitch, come journey, but let's not go too far
Then I take care of business, him dead, my creep's complete

[Chorus: Lil Slim]
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door
One, two, he's comin' for you
Three, four, better lock your door

[Outro: Lil Slim]
Ahh yeah, we got Lil' Slim back up in this bitch (One, two, he's comin' for you)
For the Blackout mixtape, yeah (Three, four, better lock your door)
For all you motherfuckers that got that anna' (One, two, he's comin' for you)
Don't hold your motherfuckin' nuts up, bitch, just bring it all to the floor (Three, four, better lock your door)
And for you sissy-ass lemons that talkin' that shit behind a motherfuckin' back — I'm comin', bitch
*maniacal laughter*