Come Around

(albüm: Wait Hol Up - 2018)

Aight
Wait, hol' up
I'm finna turn this bitch up, ayy

All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (You see?)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bop)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown (Bleed 'em)
All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (That part)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bitch)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown

Show me that it's real, bitch, tat' a nigga logo
1Take stamped on your ass in a photo
These niggas pillow-talking so I gotta ride solo
Like why you always worried 'bout my dick? Niggas homo
Do the speed limit 'cause we riding in a stolo
We slide two doors but, nah nigga, this a four door
Stop thinking 'bout me, live your life, bitch, YOLO
That nigga pump faking, call that nigga Tony Romo
I cracked her last week, bop, bleed 'em, it was all cool
Stop at Louisiana, baby, we can hit the mall too
I put that dick in her, now she asking who I talk to
Lace up, 'cause bitch, you always tripping when I call you
I like what you be doing on the dick like who taught you?
Three strikes, you out, but you got ass, I'ma stall you
Pull up, wave, parade when I walk through
And bitch, don't even call a nigga phone 'less I call you (You hear me?)

All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (You see?)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bop)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown (Bleed 'em)
All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (That part)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bitch)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown

My bitch bad and she foreign like my dashboard
Got these bitches paying my fees like I'm a landlord (Baby)
They want smoke so we gon' give 'em what they ask for
Yeah I'm tripping with that Glock, that's my passport (Ayy, pussy)
Bitch, I push it to the limit like I'm Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
You a rapper, I don't rap, I just shit talk (Shit talk)
Yeah, I was broke but now I'm balling like I'm Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
That lean got me sitting low like I'm Paul Wall (Leanin')
Keep them hundreds in the pocket like they Drew Brees (Drew Brees)
Bitch, I'm shouting out, "Hop out," they like, "Who he?"
I'm surrounded by some G's, bitch, I'm gucci
The only time I take an L is buying Louis
I been plotting on my wrist, I want a plain jane
I said fuck it, bought a whip that cost the same thing (Same thing)
Bitch, I'm married to the money, need a wedding ring (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy like Birdman and Lil Wayne, pussy

All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (You see?)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bop)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown (Bleed 'em)
All the hoes stop and stare when I come around (That part)
I hang with all G's like I bang Jordan Downs (Bitch)
Fuck a relationship, I just want to fuck around
'Cause you a bozo, and bitch, I can't cuff a clown