"Kome On" lyrics
(Mafia Musik)
I'm back, come on, come on, come on, come on (You wanna compete with a motherfuckin' boss?)
Hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, huh (Shoot a fuck nigga, ain't takin' no loss)
Hundreds on hundreds, come on
I'm in that motherfuckin' zone
Back in that motherfuckin' mode
Jump in the streets and I turn to a beast (Yeah)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey
Come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
I got some killers, come on
They gon' pop out if it's on
Fuck it, I'm gettin' 'em whacked
I'm in the stu' makin' songs
Block so hot, but I'm still in the streets, yeah
Like fuck it, dog, I gotta eat
Bust down Rollie, bust down Cuban link
All of this water, might sink
Name a young nigga that's bomin' like me, nobody, so don't even think
I spend money, talk shit all day, I smell codeine when I pee
Lovin' this bitch, we could fuck all day, but we don't even speak
Lovin' this beat, I could rap all day, fuck it, I'll do a sixteen
Hittin' my target, I'm shootin' with aim, got a K with a beam
Niggas façade, it's not what you think
My bitch brown, but her pussy pink
She so thirsty, she wanna link
This life fast, so don't even blink
Get off the boat, you not on my team
I'm movin' slow, I'm sippin' on lean
Told the ho, "No," she's thinking I'm mean
Pray to my god, I'm just being me
Been broke all my life, I'm just seeing things
Don't know where I'm at, I'm off DMT
I got some Marni, new Marni, I'm fly
Jump on a plane and land in Dubai
I make a crack rock jump out the pot
Thinking you gettin' some money, you not
Diggin' out money, this shit 'bout to rot
Fresh out of jail, but who got a Glock?
I'm back, come on, come on, come on, come on
Hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
Hundreds on hundreds, come on
I'm in that motherfuckin' zone
Back in that motherfuckin' mode
Jump in the streets and I turn to a beast
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey
Come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
I got some killers, come on
They gon' pop out if it's on
Fuck it, I'm gettin' 'em whacked
I'm in the stu' makin' songs
I'm back, come on, come on, come on, come on (You wanna compete with a motherfuckin' boss?)
Hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, huh (Shoot a fuck nigga, ain't takin' no loss)
Hundreds on hundreds, come on
I'm in that motherfuckin' zone
Back in that motherfuckin' mode
Jump in the streets and I turn to a beast (Yeah)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey
Come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
I got some killers, come on
They gon' pop out if it's on
Fuck it, I'm gettin' 'em whacked
I'm in the stu' makin' songs
Block so hot, but I'm still in the streets, yeah
Like fuck it, dog, I gotta eat
Bust down Rollie, bust down Cuban link
All of this water, might sink
Name a young nigga that's bomin' like me, nobody, so don't even think
I spend money, talk shit all day, I smell codeine when I pee
Lovin' this bitch, we could fuck all day, but we don't even speak
Lovin' this beat, I could rap all day, fuck it, I'll do a sixteen
Hittin' my target, I'm shootin' with aim, got a K with a beam
Niggas façade, it's not what you think
My bitch brown, but her pussy pink
She so thirsty, she wanna link
This life fast, so don't even blink
Get off the boat, you not on my team
I'm movin' slow, I'm sippin' on lean
Told the ho, "No," she's thinking I'm mean
Pray to my god, I'm just being me
Been broke all my life, I'm just seeing things
Don't know where I'm at, I'm off DMT
I got some Marni, new Marni, I'm fly
Jump on a plane and land in Dubai
I make a crack rock jump out the pot
Thinking you gettin' some money, you not
Diggin' out money, this shit 'bout to rot
Fresh out of jail, but who got a Glock?
I'm back, come on, come on, come on, come on
Hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
Hundreds on hundreds, come on
I'm in that motherfuckin' zone
Back in that motherfuckin' mode
Jump in the streets and I turn to a beast
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey
Come on, come on, come on, come on, huh
I got some killers, come on
They gon' pop out if it's on
Fuck it, I'm gettin' 'em whacked
I'm in the stu' makin' songs
