Comin Correct

Me and gang ain’t with the talkin’, just know we comin’ correct
Baby, slidin’ ain’t a option, unless I’m comin’ for neck
Super models in here topless, I don’t know who I want next
Kinda like I’m pressin’ hoes how I push ‘em off my-, yeah
Hell yeah, I’ma take care of the threat
But, bitch, don’t bring me round no crown, don’t want awards, I just want sex
Hold up, let me get my shit first, then I’ll throw lil’ bro the rest
She told me that she got Ds, but I’m geeked, she tam’mat breast
Hell yuh, I’m lookin’ at my hands they ain’t my hands
Man, huh? Hold on, I can’t feel my face I’m in a trance
Steady knowin’ I’m the man, ‘cause I got plans
Had to curve this bitty bitch, here go my mans
I don’t eat, but I be snackin’ on that Mickey D’s
I steady hit the disco, like I’m from the 70’s
Right now I ain’t a better me, I need me some integrity
Heard they let brodie off the leash, I smell I must be sellin’ trees
Know some niggas wearin’ hand mes, talkin’ ‘bout they got some money
Look at my face, and see it’s empty I don’t laugh, ‘cause shit ain’t funny
I don’t really know her, so I call her Yo, just like I’m Gotti
And I ain’t stoppin’ till my niggas get the riches, just like Roddy
I just asked this lil’ schemin’ nigga, “Do we gotta problem?”
The shit I’m whippin’ is a Beamer, nigga, I ain’t never stoppin’
I seen yo’ bitch, I think I need her she gon get straight to pussy poppin’
Swear I got dreads in my legs the way my knees be steady lockin’
Aye, bitch, you know how I’m comin’
When we fuckin’, take the dick, it ain’t no runnin’
If you say it, do that shit, it ain’t no gonna
She steady tryna get me to lock her down, but I don’t wanna, aye
Aye, bitch, you know how I’m comin’
When we fuckin’, take the dick, it ain’t no runnin’
If you say it, do that shit, it ain’t no gonna
She steady tryna get me to lock her down, but I don’t wanna, aye
I don’t eat, but I be snackin’ on that Mickey D’s
I steady hit the disco, like I’m from the 70’s
Right now I ain’t a better me, I need me some integrity
Heard they let brodie off the leash, I smell I must be sellin’ trees
Shorty tryna learn the lingo, send her lil’ ass to Domingo
I won’t ever scoop yo’ ass, so, bitch, don’t call, don’t got my ring on
Call the shots up in this bitch, so if I say, “Get out”, then be gone
She asked me, “Bae, when you gone slide?” I ain’t say shit, just sent the bingo
After I sent that, she hit be back, and said, “It’s green”
If I don’t smile for one second, her ass gone tell me that I’m mean
She told me that she from the “Heavens”, baby, I know what you mean
Finna teach her ass a lesson, but best believe that I’m the dean
Hold on, homie, run it back, I don’t know what you mean
Told me that you twenty one, but how don’t you know how to read
Tell yo’ bitch to hit me, if she ever want her pussy beat
She a super soaker, bro, she steady leakin’ on the sheets
Steady grillin’ in this bitch, but we don’t got no fuckin’ meat
Always standin’ ten toes down, them niggas thought I had on cleats
Brody get up out the kitchen, if you cannot take the heat
Told ‘eem get his bitch up off my dick, she keep on rapin’ me
Hell yuh, I’m lookin’ at my hands they ain’t my hands
Hold on, I can’t feel my face I’m in a trance
Steady knowin’ I’m the man, ‘cause I got plans
Had to curve this bitty bitch, here go my-
Me and gang ain’t with the talkin’, just know we comin’ correct
Baby, slidin’ ain’t a option, unless I’m comin’ for neck
Super models in here topless, I don’t know who I want next
Kinda like I’m pressin’ hoes how I push ‘em off my-