Come Correct ft. 7URBØ™ Lyrics

Me and Turbo cooking shit

You know what time it is nigga

870 nigga

Northside forreal

Aye, I stay killing shit forreal

Forreal

Tell them niggas to watch they mouth

Niggas be talking so much on the net till my niggas creep up

And they walk him down

I don't give a fuck what them niggas be talking bout

Wait till my nigga walk he go boom

Pushing that shit to the back of yo dome

You better off safe at home

Shut up lil nigga you know we on go

The stick got a beam on the side it's gon' blow

Boom boom boom boom that's what it sound like

Rapping inside of the closet

I'll get to the top

And I get to the lime light

When I make it imma flex uh huh

Diamonds on my chest uh huh

Don't you pose a threat uh huh

Bitch you come correct uh huh

I'm sick like the flu

Ok

You can't be in the crew

No way

Feeling evil like Gru

Some say

That I won't even shoot

Ok

Bitch I'll up and dump it

Tryna put cash in my pocket

So much that I waddle when walking

Do all that talking till someone aim at yo noggin

And putting that boy in a coffin

You bout to find out

Let me calm down

Putting niggas on a lockdown

Silly nigga wanna talk now

Lil bitch we go them glocks out damn

Whew shit this shit got me going crazy

I been yelling and shit

Got me loud in this bitch

So my neighbors know what I be saying

Haven't been making shit lately

And I promise to come back and change it

Grinding until I can make it

Bitch I don't get no vacation

Every one of my songs is deadly as fuck like I laced it

I kill every beat and replace it

I make a new song everyday cause I don't got no patience

Bitch you know that imma make it ugh

Tell them niggas to watch they mouth

Niggas be talking so much on the net till my niggas creep up

And they walk him down

I don't give a fuck what them niggas be talking bout

Wait till my nigga walk he go boom

Pushing that shit to the back of yo dome

You better off safe at home

Shut up lil nigga you know we on go

The stick got a beam on the side it's gon' blow

Boom boom boom boom that's what it sound like

Rapping inside of the closet

I'll get to the top

And I get to the lime light

When I make it imma flex uh huh

Diamonds on my chest uh huh

Don't you pose a threat uh huh

Bitch you come correct uh huh

Ok, ok uh huh

Young nigga tryna get paid uh huh

We digging a grave uh huh

For anyone touching the paper ugh

All of them niggas know how imma go in

Stepping on shit till we breaking the floor in

Balling so heavy they thought I was bowling

If they think I'm trash then them niggas bogus

What's going on with you niggas

Like what the fuck wrong with you niggas

I'm spreading my virus like I was Corona on niggas

Took off now I'm gone on you niggas

Put diamonds and gold on my niggas ugh

The heat in the backpack

But I got another one tucked in my sweatpants

Hitting niggas with step backs

I'm shooting my shot half court where Steph at

Haven't been making shit lately

And I promise to come back and change it

Grinding until I can make it

Bitch I don't get no vacation

Every one of my songs is deadly as fuck like I laced it

I kill every beat and replace it

I make a new song everyday cause I don't got no patience

Bitch you know that imma make it ugh

We killed that shit forreal

Shout out Turbo forreal