How I'm Coming E

You bitch niggas know we comin' See me, Gotta see this money Fuck niggas gotta see this Money My team, we 'bout we run it You Bitch niggas know how we comin' See me, gotta See this money Fuck niggas gotta see this money My team, we 'bout we run it That boy Been playin' with them racks Young man, we ain't Got him a sack Put that boy bitch on Her back Tryna get somewhere, she run track Niggas Thinkin' they this and they that In the dark Of the night, I'm the bat That boy chest Full of air, don't get flat That's a Maybach, Just booked to the front He allowed to smoke In here, them Runtz Lil' bitch intelligent, brain, She go dumb Pull up like an elephant, trunk In the front She said that she celibate, really Be sellin' it Peepin' her game, I said, "Back In that lane" Smart nigga play dumb, but I'm Really intelligent Son of my etiquette I paid the High, drop a cool twenty-five Chrome Heart Levi's, Had to step with some elegance Peddlin' medicine Scrape the pot, cookin' rocks in the stove kitchen White boy shoot it like Cole Bennett Pounds and Bricks take you down, hit a lick Like Metro, Take me through there I don't care who there, I'ma go get it Maxo C like YK, Niece, I'm talkin' 'bout in it You bitch niggas Know we comin' Ain't trickin' no doe, hoes still Let me hit it You trickin' Maxo, more hoes Do dentist Put a tag on your toe like The Jordan 5 tennis You bitch niggas know how We comin' Makin' money like Mitch had a fight To Rico Fake shot from a switch, lookin' like Rio Lil' shorty, she fine she down And I Love me a stud with a face tat like Gio I was fuckin' this bitch 'til start smellin' Fish Asked "What's that scent?" That's my BO Can't wife no hype, don't love No sluts Can't cut no thot like a PO I know he know I fucked his ho Like Boss man, I keep it d-low These bitch niggas Know how we comin' Send my shooters at him Like Yolanda He be runnin' his mouth, I could Get him shot But'll beat him like Aaron the Plumber Don't fuck with Lil' Josh Like three pair Of socks, I leave you six feet under I'm Not a liar, but sometimes I feel the shit 'Cause I lie to my bitch and your honor Do this shit with my eyes closed Bitches in Different time zones If she say that I send Her some money I swear to God it's a Typo I like hoes that like hoes Swear to God that's my type, ho That like to suck On my dick while they kissin' each other Then Roll me a joint long as Big Wen been Yama Big PMG, know you see that shit on Me You bitch niggas know how we comin' Long As I got a hip, know I'ma keep my Gun on it Love doin' drugs, but hate payin' For 'em She give me the pussy, not payin' For it You bitch niggas know how we comin' Smokin' a hundred a gram, you can't afford it Get high and stay in the house like Corey Check the track and I'm waitin' on the mail I can't hit but I'm signed to the scale I remember was sittin' in a cell I paid That lil' bond and I made me a sale Fuck bitches, sell bags on hump day Have you Made fifty K off one play? I go monkey in the pussy, I go ape In the trap So they callin' a nigga Harambe Get a fifty pack, gone off in one day Big C, triple C, no gunplay These niggas wanna Trap no more So I'm feelin' like an OutKast, Call me Andre Beat the pack out from Monday To Sunday I got reek, get you ate like An entree Trunk loaded, she ridin' in a Hyundai Mafioso, they do what the don say You bitch Niggas know how comin' Runnin' up money, keep pilin' Ammunition Nigga, free Roo, last thing I was Mentionin' Sellin' these bags and I'm fuckin' these Bitches You bitch niggas know how we comin' Trap Goin' Ludacris, throwin' these bows Fire on high, Cookin' shh on the stove Let it cool down, Put it right on the road