C'Mere (feat. Jay Hound & NazGPG)

Lyrics: Shadon Burnell/Jaquan Johnson/Nyshawn Dawson Music: Elias Cash Reitzfeld/Denis Avdyli (Oi, Bullo) (Ayo, EliWTF) Come here He tryna run, that **** gettin' scared Forty keep barkin', shit **** with my ear Went to go spin, there was nobody there Bro, he movin' weird Back out the G, put the beam on his beard Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear I think I shot 'em Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter Percentage on a hundred, I don't need a charger Like, bet he won't dodge it Opps dissin', I flick at they father I'm not a **** that want you to live, every shot that I throw, it hit a little harder Like, don't try to guard him He don't know, it's only gettin' darker G turn a fat **** to a jogger And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner Scout on that block from the mornin', civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner I got my G, bet it solve all my problems Grrah, grrah, boom (Uh-huh) I got my G, bet it solve all my— Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge I tried to cut through the back like Siakam I might creep in his yard like a possum (Grrah, grrah, boom) I need— I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh) Where you from? Bro, he don't know the answer I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa Ooter throwin' like Eli, no Manning (Grrah, grrah) TD, OA, Fargos, hand 'em I might turn my lil' bro into scammer She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer) I started breakin' her back with no manners (Grrah, graah, boom) All black, brodie duckin' 'em cameras Ain't no spinnin' my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah Like, Relly, he might throw a tantrum I got bullets that's bigger than planets (Grrah, grrah) Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Grrah, grrah) B—Bi—Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Grrah, grrah, boom) Pop out, who wanna play? Like, I'm the one takin' these risks for the gang I start flockin', I feel like I'm Klay Relly be buggin', like Shaq in the paint Throw a shot, then go lay up with bae I got Harlem, I'm feelin' like Ace Like, bro put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin' no trace Two shots, bro, he better duck No gun, look what happened to Ruck He tryna reach, then I'm blowin' my G (Come here, come here) Don't you let me up first, if he miss, then he ****ed Oh, it's up? Then just say that He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach (Grrah, grrah, boom) Bet if he look, I'ma throw, cops gettin' close to the scene, I'm lookin like, "Where Jay at?" (That's word to my mother) Dot, I had to get low, don't you worry 'bout me, where the rest of the gang at? He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that (Like, word to bro) G hidin'— G hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at? (Grrah, grrah, boom, ****) Like, what if he tried to get— (Don't try to run, ****) Like, grrah, boom C— Come here He tryna run, that **** gettin' scared Forty keep barkin', shit **** with my ear Went to go spin, there was nobody there Bro, he movin' weird Back out the G, put the beam on his beard Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear