How im coming

Said ima pop out when shit get tragic, fuck it I'm letting them have it

We got the glocks now, got a switch on that bitch

And you know it's shooting automatic

She on my dick now, but some years back i was broke as fuck and she was laughing

I ain't gon' play 'round

If a nigga play, send him high in the sky like Aladdin

So just don't play with us, and we ain't gon' play with you

Just to get some stu time i had to say fuck it, and i went to sell my shoes

Only one i see is me and nobody else, so how the fuck is ima' lose

I got some shit up my sleeve

Just give me some years and watch I'm running through these blues