Come & Get Me lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah
n*gga
Yeah yeah
Let me go bruh
Wrap this sh*t up man
n*gga
Yeah

[Chorus]
If it’s smoke, then I’m coming with it
I ain’t got to hire no n*gga to murk you
I’m the one coming to get you (Yeah)
My mama hit my phone in the trenches like “Boy don’t shoot that pistol”
Told my b*tch “If some sh*t go left just hit my stash and come and get me” (Shhh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain’t had to drink with the b*tch
I’ll got the b*tch out her body, on some Pink Whitney (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I’m in the trap with my n*ggas
He just whipped it, told the J’s come get it (Huh, huh)
I’m from Foxwood
It ain’t sh*t to do 'round here but to get sentenced (Shhhh)
If you catch me in the city, 'fore I had my phone I’ma have that pistol (Hrrddd)

[Verse]
n*gga I’m Amiri downer I only got the black jeans on 'cause it match the glizzy (Shhh) (Shhh) (Shhh)
Everytime I hear about a n*gga slidin' I be like “I love this city” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got to think about Woody snitchin' if I shoot him
That’s my conscience n*gga (pus*y, pus*y)
n*gga I’ll make my cousin sell that pus*y
That’s the pimping in me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
If my grandma try to get mad I’ma tell her, “Get the f*ck out my business” (f*ck on f*ck on f*ck on)
This really ain’t got sh*t to do with you, unless you wanna come with it (Come on)
Which side of yo city got the motion? The West or [?] ([?])
After this show, Bank f*cking hoes like big bruh let me be the next to hit it (Haaaa)
[Bridge]
n*gga
I’ma be the next to hit it
n*gga
Yeah
I’ma be the next to hit it
n*gga
Yeah
n*gga better come on with it
n*gga better hop out with it (Grrddd)
When I see him, b*tch I’ma hop out with it
Damn

[Verse 2]
They like “Fatt, we ain’t know you were coming like that” (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You ain’t never broke on a b*tch, so why you got to lack, and 4 brains to the back (Uh, yeah)
I’m from Foxwood
n*ggas know we got the most hats
I just get on these beats, talking sh*t, 'cause I ain’t go’n speak on whacks (Shhh)
Everytime I put that sh*t on, n*gga, I got them racks to match (What What What What)
Where I’m from them young n*ggas don’t know sh*t but shoot that pistol back
I- I ain’t even got to pull this f*cking trigger, Tahoe back of the back (What, what, what)
Plug just sent the load, I’m missing a gram, so I shipped it back (Shipped it)
(Yeah) Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
If it’s smoke, (Come get this sh*t) then I’m coming with it
I ain’t got to hire no n*gga to murk you
I’m the one coming to get you (76-47) (7)
My mama hit my phone in the trenches like “Boy don’t shoot that pistol”
Told my b*tch “If some sh*t go left just hit my stash and come and get me”
I ain’t had to drink with the b*tch
I’ll got the b*tch out her body, on some Pink Whitney
I’m in the trap with my n*ggas
He just whipped it, told the J’s come get it
I’m from Foxwood
It ain’t sh*t to do 'round here but to get sentenced
If you catch me in the city, 'fore I had my phone I’ma have that pistol