Testo I'm Koming - EBK Jaaybo
Testo della canzone I'm Koming (EBK Jaaybo), tratta dall'album I'm Koming
Yeah yeah n---a
I ain't playin with you bitch ass n----as
N----as know I step on shit n---a
I'm Koming
Hey
Lost my brother n---as knowing what I'm on
Even my momma know
It's a hundred in every K
What y'all choppa hold
That lack on black crime vicious n---a
He got cooked like some soul food
You go out like that you are not a donk
Ain't in that lo if baby 8's ain't in the car
Been sitting on his ass for four days
I felt that in my heart
Seen him in the intersection left that n---a lo parked
Wasn't really on that and he ain't really make it far
When I ran into his ass it was over
Faced him like I took a selfie of him I got close up
Hate them town home n---as
In the jitty only time that I throw 4's up
But ain't no pass for 44th n---as know we comin
N---as know what's coming
N---a's know we huntin
Spin with blue flags
Throw them off I think we onto something
Stood over cuz with the switch and start choking on me
How you the real boogieman and we smoked your cousin
N---as always frontin
I threw sach for that stop acting like y'all smoked my brother
Jump out
I love revenge it's always repercussions
Sit and wait you know timing is of the essence
I function with the west
I ain't trippin over K
Homies ain't feelin that it is what it is
I know baby k steppin
I love pig I got scenes with lil bro he on whatever
Don't take her back when she fat that means you care
You gotta let her have some free game for you pimpin
But back to this murder shit
We some real killers
Every time I have to blow my pole
I lost one so I was in my feelings
That get back be feeling great it just hit different
Famous but still buy a striker push that bitch to Stockton
Ay
How you gon speak on a n---a that got it poppin
Got up on up cuh with fully switch but it just started lockin
Ain't even run back to the car I just started jogging
Ay
My shit jam I took the pole from bro I ain't got no option
But for this rap shit got poppin I was fully rockin
Hundred thousand dollar Cuban piece
This ain't S&I
Have the drop but I ain't have no striker
I took the bitch ride
Gettin shit done grab two more
Dis gon be my 5th time
I can tell this n---a never did a stand over
Ain't never had a momma airbrushing t-shirts
Then went and birthed that pussy bitch I hope that she hurt
Yeah
Took out that trash
Big homies can't say nothin to me
Told boy boy he ain't got a body I ain't bumpin with him
New n---a hopped inside that lo with me
He was fuckin with it
Damn't near spinned they store by myself
Had them duckin switches
The last n---a was a weenie but I still popped him
Semi-autos played out like some foamposites
When I was 17 years old I was dome poppin
Left the house with Michael drak I ain't have no options
Spot a n---a already know the deal
Ducking for hours off the perc that how I know it's real
Know if I throw this yuro bag someone will get in jail
Dead tomorrow dead then
A n---a that's a long list
Y'all dissin me in songs bloods y'all worrying about the wrong shit
The n---a out there smokes y'all homie n---a smoke him
Vance cousin died
Next day he made a whole diss
You shoulda double back you worried about the wrong shit
Can't tell what you on so we can bump n---a sup
I'm that n---a droppin pins you the one that makes store runs
Tell n---as send that lo more than several times
I'm gon come
Some n---as say the drakey think I kick
But when I shoot this bitch it don't jump
Don't bring your lil hoe around me I'm gon bump
I'm not gon fuck on her
Ay
I'm gonna get some skins
Wasn't in the pen getting pushed on by suckas
No I ain't lil leek
Them 7th street n---as got bodies
We ain't like n---as from the P
Jumped out the Maybach had to drop the ski
Be real I can't name one out that dropped on me
Really catching all the bs don't let them cap
Only bring Tawny out when I tell you that n---a really got no hats
Ay
Go catch you one
4 of your homies dead
It's time to hang it up
I hate a bitch that act boujee when she a duck
Any bitch that's talking about some money
Gotta get me some
Gz
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Writer(s): Jaymani Gorman, Brython Rubio, Semir Gebremedhin
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