Come Alive ft. Melanchxly Lyrics

We doing shit that they ain't done before

Run the game, yea bitch I run the court

We doing shit that they ain't done before

Run the game, yea bitch I run the court

Steady flexing in the studio, flashing cards like Yu-Gi-Oh

Kick you out the out the booth cause when I'm spitting it's a loogie, hoes

Be flocking like I'm Coolio

Bitches like I'm Scooby though

Thirst trap on your timeline in my DMs, nothing to me though

It's vibes (it's a vibe)

Make these bitches come alive, come alive, yeah yeah

What a time (what a time)

Make it pop and blow my mind, blow my mind, yeah yeah yeah

We doing shit that they ain't done before

Run the game, yea bitch I run the court

I hear em niggas say they really ball

They playing games and I just coach em all

Phil Jackson in this bitch

Pick my team and I don't switch

Shoot my shot and yea you know that I don't miss

Take a step back cause these niggas ain't legit

Euro steppin' like I'm walking in Givenchy

Nah bitch don't tempt me

I might seem friendly

But my right hook knock you out just like the Henny

And we stay ready

My squad so deadly

I'm so bad Rihanna call me Mr Fenty

All these bitches asking who he though

Wanna be my groupie hoes

Taking off her towel, I wear a smile

Cause she got nothing on

Told me this her favourite song

Wanna fuck me all night long

Take my time, won't make her mine

Cause all these hoes will do you wrong

Steady flexing in the studio, flashing cards like Yu-Gi-Oh

Kick you out the out the booth cause when I'm spitting it's a loogie, hoes

Be flocking like I'm Coolio

Bitches like I'm Scooby though

Thirst trap on your timeline in my DMs, nothing to me though

It's vibes (it's a vibe)

Make these bitches come alive, come alive, yeah yeah

What a time (what a time)

Make it pop and blow my mind, blow my mind, yeah yeah yeah

And all this shit don't make no sense

Counting racks just make you think 'bout money spent

Blowing up and now they acting like yall friends

Keep it vibey even if I gotta vent

Man fuck the stress it just really make a mess

I need em racks I gotta send my momma cheques

My friends and fam I gotta love em and protect

Ain't got no time until I see it on Pateks

And all this shit don't make no sense

Counting racks just make you think 'bout money spent

Blowing up and now they acting like yall friends

Keep it vibey even if I gotta vent

Man fuck the stress it just really make a mess

I need em racks I gotta send my momma cheques

My friends and fam I gotta love em and protect

Ain't got no time until I see it on Pateks