C'Mere (feat. NazGPG)

(Bullo on the beat) (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear Went to go spin, there was nobody there Bro, he movin' weird Back out the G, put the beam on his beard Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear I think I shot 'em Swear to God, I hope that I got 'em Give me the pole, I think I'm getting hotter Percentage on 100, I don't need a charger Like, bet, he won't dodge it Opps dissin', I flick at they father I'm not a nigga that want you to live Every shot that I throw, it hit a 'lil harder Like, don't try to guard him He don't know, it's only gettin' darker G turn fat nigga to a jogger And if I gotta throw, I throw more than my partner Scout on that block from the morning Civilians thinkin' I'ma stalker He try to reach, I'm makin' him a goner I got my G, bet, it solve all my problems (Graah-graah, boom, uh, huh) (I got my G, bet, it solve all my-) Like, hop out gang, yeah, we got 'em Shots to his head, got 'em shakin' out pollen Baby sweep, he gon' flick if he spot 'em Nazzy go dumb like he don't got no knowledge I tried to cut through the back like Siakam I might creep in his yard like a possum (Graah-graah, boom) I need-I need backend, kick me a tander (Uh-huh) Where you from, bro? You don't know the answer I just might break in his crib like I'm Santa Ooter thrown, like Eli, no Mannin (Graah, graah) TD, OA, fargos, hand 'em I might turn my lil' bro into a scammer She started throwin' it back like a dancer (Like a dancer) I started breakin' her back with no manners (Graah-graah, boom) All black, brodie duckin them cameras Ain't no spinnin my block with no hammer I just might sit on that block like a camper I'm with Brina, totin' on Hannah Like, Rolly, he might throw a tantrum I got bullets thats bigger than planets (Graah-graah) Bro sit him down, think he might need a Pamper (Graah-graah) Big gun, bro, I bet he can't handle (Graah-graah, boom) Pop out, who wanna play? Like I'm the one takin these risks for the gang I start flockin, I feel like I'm Klay Rolly be buggin like Shaq in the paint Throw a shot then go lay up with bae I got Harlem, I'm feelin like Ace Like, bro put the dot on his face I got some shit that ain't leavin no trace 2 shots, bro he better duck No gun, look what happened to Ruck He tryna reach then I'm blowin my G Don't you let me up first, if he miss then he fucked Oh it's up? Then, just say that He think he tough throwin' up the Maybach Bet if he look, I'ma throw Cops gettin' close the seen I'm lookin like "Where Jay at?" Dot, I had to get low don't you worry bout me Where the rest of the gang at? He tryna diss on my deads, I'ma go spin, bro, I don't even play that G Hidin' under my belt, what if he try to get close where it stay at? (Like what if he tried to get, like) (Graah-graah, boom) C-C'mere, he tryna' run that nigga gettin' scared .40 keep barkin', shit, fuck wit' my ear Went to go spin, there was nobody there Bro, he movin' weird Back out the G, put the beam on his beard Bitch, I'm on court, y'all sittin' on a chair There's no man on this earth that I think I'ma fear