Comin’ With Me (Outta Here)* lyrics

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[Verse 1]
[...]
[?] (Okay)
Pray to God I'll have fun today
'Cause these n*ggas tryna steal my wave (Uh)
They gon' end up drowning, f*ck it
So money, I can't count it, run it

[Bridge]
It's just me and Wheezy, makin' sh*t look easy
Burnin' them trees, sippin' that lean, gettin' the green
Nothing come in between, f*ck do you mean?
I'm Freddy Krueger in your dream
Wake up, MAC tear his face up (Uh)

[Chorus]
Shoot like a Laker, n*gga better pay up
Me and his b*tch lay up, all night and day, yuh
Stripes on her, no zebra (Let's go)
Bad b*tch, she from Mexico, I call her my Amiga (Uh-huh)
Everything was cool until I found out she wasn't single
Still hit it, yeah, I'm killin' for mine and my family, n*gga
I don't do friends, just family business
Oh, I'm going to the opp block, are you comin' with me?
Be ready to lace up and shoot up the semis
We gon' give a n*gga plenty, we gon' give a n*gga twenty
We gon' give a n*gga thirty, way too many
[Verse 2]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Probably jetlag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, n*ggas kill here
Tote the TEC, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
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[Chorus]
Shoot like a Laker, n*gga better pay up
Me and his b*tch lay up, all night and day, yuh
Stripes on her, no zebra (Let's go)
Bad b*tch, she from Mexico, I call her my Amiga (Uh-huh)
Everything was cool until I found out she wasn't single
Still hit it, yeah, I'm killin' for mine and my family, n*gga
I don't do friends, just family business
Oh, I'm going to the opp block, are you comin' with me?
Be ready to lace up and shoot up the semis
We gon' give a n*gga plenty, we gon' give a n*gga twenty
We gon' give a n*gga thirty, way too many