Comin In

[Intro]
(ProtegeBeatz)
Bitch, we comin' in (Comin' in, ayy)

[Verse]
Jump out, think you runnin' quick (Jump out), hit yo' block we comin' in (Skrrt)
Better run, you better hide, I swear we outside stretchin' shit (Grrah)
Run you down, we blitz and pop yo' ass with all kind of gins
I swear it ain't no missin' (I swear, nuh-uh), bet these pussies just know how we get
My shorty, he be with me, big ass pistol, his shit catch a glitch (My shorties)
Free my nigga Jigga, he retarded, broski keep a [?]
BSG, no talkin', niggas barkin', then we spin your shit
Niggas must of lost it, bitch, we violent like the Taliban (What? What?)
We spazzin', we wildin', bitch, promotin' violence
Caught that lil' boy loafin', call that shit (Call him), yeah, that's that perfect timin' (Grrah, grrah)
Yeah, this ice around my neck be dancin', yo' shit got no power
Me and [?] be drip, we fresh as hell (We fresh), bitch, we ain't go no stylist (Nuh-uh)
Reese thankin' Huncho (He thank Huncho), they knock down shit, call them twin towers
I swear I hate a bitch that think she so bad, swear that pussy sour (Them bitches try me)
All the hoes be on me (They on me), I'm just chasin' bread, chase that for hours
You know how Steve Naster, straight past her, hey bro what's to that knowledge (You know I past her)
Flrr, flrr, when the switches hit your block (Them bitches comin'), I swear you better run (You better, you better), or we gon' see your ass up top
Grrah, grrah, that's that chopper (Grrah), I swear that bitch shoot far (Gon' get you) and if it hit your heart (Gon' hit you), I promise you won't see tomorrow (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm DQ, when I shoot, my nigga shooter too (DQ, grrah)
If we spot that boy, you know our name, we jumpin' out the Coupe (We got him, come here)
Caught that lil' boy loafin' (Caught him loafin'), dissin' Jaydo, split his ass in two
Long live Tuhar, they couldn't take him out, lil' bro was out here ruthless (Tuhar, Tuhar)
If you lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted on the drive (King Drive), where it's live, don't shoot nines (You know that), we shoot forties and four-fives (Boom-boom, boom)
And I know a nigga made a song called "Slide", they don't slide (Nuh-uh)
They just hide, on the other side, boy, them bitches dyin' (They all some bitch)
Pop a 30 off the drank, I swear I'm high up out my mind (I'm wind, up on it)
But don't think I'm ever slippin' (Nuh-uh, you won't), promise you gon' waste your time

[Outro]
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