CAME TO COLLECT Lyrics

Kylian Mbappe I came with finesse when I shoot my shot it's like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

Dev Booker shit number 1 on my vest, I'm dropping those buckets like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

She's got a man, but I couldn't care less

Still shooting my shot like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

Wethu the sniper I aim for the head

Nobody on top 'cause I came to collect

Yes, yes, homie I came to collect

Yes, yes, homie I came to collect

We put all skeptics to bed

They hide it in public, deep down they're impressed

Pay me attention, you get my respect

Give me my credit, before you're in debt

Moment of silence for homies in heaven

We miss you and don't you forget it

We're striving for greatness, tryna roll on a seven

When you feel I'm bugging please send me message

I've been chasing my dreams, ndise eGoli, PE my home but my second Pitori

Don't tell me bout Niggas who did this before me

Ska mbora mfanaka, ake rati di story

Need me Mandelas, Rholihlahla

She gave me top, onfe slahlahla

If we do the deed, baby ska rasa

Lomntana uyahlanya, I'm doing mazza

Ouens relax stitch a pipe

Tsela di bevs, nibe right

I still got my eye on that queen Sho Madjozi

Need me a wife I can take to the pozi

A Kelly Rowland that could give motivation

Nomzamo Mbatha gets a standing ovation

Ayanda Thabethe, shawty so radiant

Zozi Tunzi that's South Africa's favourite

On top that greatness is I'm wealth attaining

I want it all, leave nothing remain

I pray for serenity and joy all the time

If I speak 'bout my dreams they appear in my life

We put all skeptics to bed

They hide it in public, deep down they're impressed

Pay me attention, you get my respect

Give me my credit before you're in debt

Moment of silence for homies in heaven

We miss you and don't you forget it

We're striving for greatness, tryna roll on a seven

When you feel I'm bugging please send me message

Kylian Mbappe I came with finesse when I shoot my shot it's like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

Dev Booker shit number 1 on my vest, I'm dropping those buckets like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

She's got a man, but I couldn't care less

Still shooting my shot like (du-du-du, du-du-du)

Wethu the sniper I aim for the head

Nobody on top 'cause I came to collect

Yes, yes, homie I came to collect

Yes, yes, homie I came to collect

We put all skeptics to bed

They hide it in public, deep down they're impressed

Pay me attention, you get my respect

Give me my credit, before you're in debt