YSN TM - Come Around Lyrics

Gave it to my bruddy cause I caught them extra heads
I'll get you gone, off a thread, feel like enough was said
Pass me that digi fin to make the low sell
F*ck a bitch then cut her off, man my heart say oh well

I been winning for a minute so I hope I don't fail
If they put me in that room, guaranteed I won't tell
He gon' crash if he trail, I been sold it all to Dell
I been sending so damn much, hopefully I don't go to hell

I got money, lil' baby, I can't shit, I'm making bills
Why he playing like he active, though he knowing that he frail
Throw the play to me, I'm a one-handed O'Dell
Got that N9, so the play gon' go well

See my head, he OD, man he so pale
Finna send a blitz on him, like I'm Coach Trill
Like I'm a coach, I can teach a lot of Celestial
If I ain't got G-Lock on me, then I'm using Smith & Wesson

Remember how to use my hands, when I ain't have a weapon
I be quiet, I'm in my mood, but you niggas know I'm stacking
It's my shit what I'm rapping, let them play that we gon' stretch on
I'm trimming his hair, boy I ain't running, finna let these bullets catch on

I'm finna watch him fall down, boy his head, he's all around
If you want some fire drips, just hit my phone, I'm coming out
Boy you better calm down, finna I'm bout to set you down
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Boy I'm ugly with that shit, boy I ain't playing around
Put your weak ass on the floor, like what you saying now
Bitch I'm the goat, ho, scream when they hear my name
Boy you gon' get your ass stretched, you reach for this chain

Boy I'ma fell his ass hard, just know he out the game
Put his ass on Fox News, since he want some fame
All black, ARP, boy I'm aiming at your brain
I like the hustle, boy you broke, we is not the same

Boy you is not bout your damn money, I don't know why you came
Man I'm so locked up with my niggas, I can't switch my game
Boy ain't no switching up, just know I got the switches tucked
He's finna do no mugging in this bitch, cause I'ma send him up

Man you can't even name another crew, that look like us
I know they get on my page and be sick as f*ck
We put his homie in the area, ain't no getting up
I got my gun and my ski, I'm finna hit him up

Put so much bands in the safe, man I ain't giving up
Man I cannot cop my degree, but let's just ten or plus, damn it
She weak as a young, young young monster
Ain't even know what the f*ck going on, I don't know