This How I’m Coming lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
I told you I can get a lil' crazy
No-no, no, no, no, I don't want no autotune, f*ck all that sh*t
This how they want me to come
Gang-gang

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
First off, I wanna say free my shorty Wooski (Free Woo)
n*ggas can't say sh*t about shorty (Why?)
sh*t, 'cause they know shorty loony (Perioid)
I would tell y'all a story, but
The sh*t I been through (Huh?)
I can f*ck around and write a movie (Woo)
Let me introduce me, I go by the name of Duck if you don't know me, b*tch (Money, Money)
I f*ck around, spit in your face, so don't blow me, b*tch (Ptui)
n*ggas don't borrow sh*t, they hate to owe me sh*t (Period)
'Cause if they take too long, I come Deebo your sh*t (Like, I'm serious)
n*gga, the don dada (Don dada)
n*ggas know since 2010, we been poppin' (Yah)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout thirties in guns, we got big choppers (What?)
sh*t, he lip boxin' (What?)
Turn his head 'to a piñata (Dummy)
Man, I ain't tryna shake hands with these n*ggas (Never)
Man, I ain't tryna be friends with these n*ggas (Never)
Hell nah, I ain't tryna make plans with these n*ggas (Like, y'all got me f*cked up, n*gga)
Tryna put every bullet out this FN through these n*ggas (Glah, glah)
What the f*ck is y'all sayin' to these n*ggas? (Like, what the f*ck goin' on?)
All of a sudden, y'all some kin to these n*ggas (Like, now y'all blood, huh?)
Now I remember when y'all ran from these n*ggas (f*ckin' b*tch-ass n*ggas)
I just hope somebody prayin' for these n*ggas (Man, these rappers is hoes)
I'm just sayin', n*ggas act like they don't know, huh?
n*ggas act like we wasn't posted in front of that store, huh?
n*ggas act like we wasn't posted on the four, huh? Bad b*tch walkin' past, we approach her
Ah, you with bro, huh?
Ah, you don't know her? (Woo)
b*tch, give bro some, we don't wanna feel no teeth, just your tongue (Money)
[Interlude: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Hahahaha
Like, I play too much, right?
Like-Like, I play too much, right?
Shorty, you know Duck, shorty (Woah, Billy, Clout God)
I know (Gang-gang), but watch this
Woah, let's get it

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
First off, free Loco, that's my f*ckin' brother (Jones)
Different father, different mother, but the same struggle (True)
n*ggas never ran up on him, have shorty bust ya (Glaow)
And you know who I am, b*tch, I don't need no introduction (Let's get it)
Look, said why these n*ggas wanna beef with me? (I don't know)
Like I won't pull up to your house and have that heat with me? (Skrrt, boom)
Like I ain't ridin' three hitters-in-here-deep with me?
Like this gun that I got don't shoot? Shake the streets with me, woo
Street sweeper, it just sweep n*ggas, look
Shootin' seven days of the week, n*gga, yeah
Run it up, don't get no sleep, n*gga (Wow)
Applyin' pressure while these n*ggas want some beef, n*gga, woo (Let's get it)
Yeah, a young rasta (Rasta)
Reefer chiefer, pants saggin' (Dope) gun popper (Glaow, glaow)
Doctors say I smoke too much gas, my lungs droppin' (Woo)
Now I'm just finessin' for bags, I'm done robbin' (Snitch-ass n*ggas), yeah (Yeah)
Said why these n*ggas wanna play, though? (Play, though)
Like we wasn't really in the field on that trey, though? (sh*t)
Like we ain't have hundred rounds in that Draco? (Hundred, hundred)
Faceshot a n*gga (Glah), call that sh*t tango (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Outro: Billionaire Black]
Y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on
Clout the f*ck up, lil' n*gga (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang
Let's get it