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come & get me - ytb fatt lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah yeah
n*gga
yeah yeah
let me go bruh
wrap this sh*t up man
n*gga
yeah

[chorus]
if it’s smoke, then i’m coming with it
i ain’t got to hire no n*gga to murk you
i’m the one coming to get you (yeah)
my mama hit my phone in the trenches like “boy don’t shoot that pistol”
told my b*tch “if some sh*t go left just hit my stash and come and get me” (shhh) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ain’t had to drink with the b*tch
i’ll got the b*tch out her body, on some pink whitney (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
i’m in the trap with my n*ggas
he just whipped it, told the j’s come get it (huh, huh)
i’m from foxwood
it ain’t sh*t to do ’round here but to get sentenced (shhhh)
if you catch me in the city, ‘fore i had my phone i’ma have that pistol (hrrddd)

[verse]
n*gga i’m amiri downer i only got the black jeans on ’cause it match the glizzy (shhh) (shhh) (shhh)
everytime i hear about a n*gga slidin’ i be like “i love this city” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got to think about woody snitchin’ if i shoot him
that’s my conscience n*gga (p*ssy, p*ssy)
n*gga i’ll make my cousin sell that p*ssy
that’s the pimping in me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
if my grandma try to get mad i’ma tell her, “get the f*ck out my business” (f*ck on f*ck on f*ck on)
this really ain’t got sh*t to do with you, unless you wanna come with it (come on)
which side of yo city got the motion? the west or [?] ([?])
after this show, bank f*cking hoes like big bruh let me be the next to hit it (haaaa)
[bridge]
n*gga
i’ma be the next to hit it
n*gga
yeah
i’ma be the next to hit it
n*gga
yeah
n*gga better come on with it
n*gga better hop out with it (grrddd)
when i see him, b*tch i’ma hop out with it
d*mn

[verse 2]
they like “fatt, we ain’t know you were coming like that” (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
you ain’t never broke on a b*tch, so why you got to lack, and 4 brains to the back (uh, yeah)
i’m from foxwood
n*ggas know we got the most hats
i just get on these beats, talking sh*t, ’cause i ain’t go’n speak on whacks (shhh)
everytime i put that sh*t on, n*gga, i got them racks to match (what what what what)
where i’m from them young n*ggas don’t know sh*t but shoot that pistol back
i* i ain’t even got to pull this f*cking trigger, tahoe back of the back (what, what, what)
plug just sent the load, i’m missing a gram, so i shipped it back (shipped it)
(yeah) yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
if it’s smoke, (come get this sh*t) then i’m coming with it
i ain’t got to hire no n*gga to murk you
i’m the one coming to get you (76*47) (7)
my mama hit my phone in the trenches like “boy don’t shoot that pistol”
told my b*tch “if some sh*t go left just hit my stash and come and get me”
i ain’t had to drink with the b*tch
i’ll got the b*tch out her body, on some pink whitney
i’m in the trap with my n*ggas
he just whipped it, told the j’s come get it
i’m from foxwood
it ain’t sh*t to do ’round here but to get sentenced
if you catch me in the city, ‘fore i had my phone i’ma have that pistol

- ytb fatt lyrics

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