"How I'm Coming" lyrics

You bitch nigga know how we comin'
See me, gotta see this money
Fuck nigga, gotta see this money
My team, we ball, we runnin'

You bitch nigga know how we comin'
See me, gotta see this money
Fuck nigga, gotta see this money
My team, we ball, we runnin'

That boy been playin' with them racks
Young man went got him a sack
Put that boy bitch on her back
Try to get somewhere, she run track
Nigga thinkin' they dis and they dat
In the dark of the night I'm the bat
That boy chest full of air, don't get flat
That's a Maybach just pulled to the front
We allowed to smoke inhale them runtz
Little bitch intelligent, brain she go dumb
Pull up like a elephant, trunk in the front
She said that celibate, but really be selling it
Peepin' her game, I sit back act lame
Smart nigga play dumb, but I'm really intelligent
Persona my etiquette
I pay the high drop a cool 25
Chrome heart Levis, had to step with some etiquette
Peddlin medicine
Skratta pot cooking, rots in the stove, kitchen
White boy shooter like Cole Bennett
Pounds and bricks, take you down, hit a lick
Like Metro, take me through there
I don't care who there
I'ma go get it
Maxo C like YKNIECE I'm talkin bout in it

You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Ain't trippin no dough, hoe still let me hit it
Trigga Maxo, more hoes than Duke Dennis
Put a tag in your toe like that Jordan 5 tennis

You bitch nigga know how we coming
Making money like Mitch had to fight the Rico
Face shot from a switch, looking like Rio
Lil shawty she fine and she down and I love me a stud with a face tat like Gio

I was fucking this bitch and I start smelling fish
Ask her what's that scent? That's my B.O.
Can't wife no hype, don't love no slut
Can't cut no thot like a P.O
I know he know I fucked his hoe
Like boss man, I keep it Dlow

These bitch nigga know how we comin'
Send my shooters at him like you London
Can't be running his mouth
I could get him shot but I beat him like Aaron the plumber
Don't fuck with lil Josh
Like three pair of socks I leave you six feet under
I'm not a liar but sometimes I feel a shit cause I lie to my bitch in your honor

Do this shit with my eyes closed
Bitches in different time zones
If she say that I send her some money I swear to God it's a typo
I like hoes that like hoes
Swear to God that's my type, hoe
They like to suck on my dick while they kissin' each other
They roll me a joint long as Vic Wembanyama
Big PMG know you see that shit on me
These bitch nigga know how we comin'
Long as I got a hip know I'm 'a keep my gun on it
Love doing drugs but hate paying for it
She give me the pussy not paying for it

You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Smoking a hundred a gram you can't afford it
Get high and stay in the house like Corey
Check the track and I'm waiting on the mail
I can't hit but I'm signed to the scale
I remember I was sitting in a cell
I paid that lil' bond and I made me a sale
Fuck bitches sell bags on home day
Have you made 50k off one play?
I go monk in the piss, I go ape in the trap
So they callin' a nigga Harambe
Get a 50 pack gone off in one day
Big C, triple C, no gunplay
These nigga wanna trap no more so I'm feelin' like a outcast, call me Andre
Beat the pack out from Monday to Sunday
I got reek, get you ate like a entree
Trunk loaded, she riding a Hyundai
Mafioso, they do what the don say

You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Running up money, keep piling ammunition
Nigga free weed, last thing I was missing
Selling these bags, not fucking these bitches
You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Trap going ludicrous, throwing these bows
Fire on high, cooking shit on the stove
Let it cool down, put it right on the road