Letra de Come On
Yeah, yeah, ayy (Cio)
Yeah, yeah
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Yeah, yeah
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, let's go, hold on, hold on
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All she do is fly on planes, but I still buss her wrist (Buss her writs, huh)
Ayy, I call her when she pissed (Damn), so she can't call it quits (Phew, ha)
I'm pretty laid back inside my own lane, she say I'm too lame
Know her body tea, but that lil' pussy taste like Kool-Aid (Ayy, damn)
Cuban Link her collar, Rolex, watches, all them VVs (VVs)
Cornеr bender, I French tip hеr, spent the bag at Ling Ling (At Ling Ling)
Nasty ho, she tryna eat me every time she see me
And I know your ex nigga won't beat me, all the time he pee-wee
She don't do no clubbin', that shit rubbish, she just want my love
And I shoot out of town, then she start buggin', lowkey got me rushin'
Grab her neck and choke her while we fuckin', she can't do no runnin'
I can't do no shows without my youngins 'cause they too a hundred, nigga (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I might put the bitch in timeout 'cause she too bad ('Cause she too bad)
She gon' pull up, give that brain up like a durag (Ayy, noggin)
Know she play her part when we hit Saks, might get a few bags (Ayy, get a few bags)
She gon' blow that like a trombone and I thought she knew jacks (Thought she knew jacks)
My ho from America, but she like Cuban links, huh (Cuban)
She get off that Stella Rose, then she turn to a freak, huh (Damn)
She be tryna get me drunk 'cause I turn to a beast, huh (I do that)
Oh, you fuck with dude? (Huh) Why you choosin' me, bitch? (Huh)
Know she choosin' Quinn 'cause on my side, we get it in, huh (Ayy)
She can't do Toyotas or no Hondas, she like Benz, ayy (Uh)
We can't go out runnin', so I pound town, let's go again, huh (Ayy)
Know I'm young and turnt, I made her fallout with her friends, huh (Ayy)
Oh, you stand on biz', huh? You take care of your kids, huh?
She don't need no nigga for no bag 'cause you got ends, huh? (Ayy)
Cut her off, seen the bitch at the club and made amends, huh (Ayy)
If you got your own paper, for real, then hold your hands high
Hold your hands up, huh, hold your hands up, huh, huh
If you don't need a nigga, hold your hands up, huh
If you got your shit together, hold your hands up, huh
I'ma take her home and fuck her with her hands up, nigga
Let's go, let's go, pew, pew, pew, pew
Hey, hey, let's go, hold on, hold on
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All she do is fly on planes, but I still buss her wrist (Buss her writs, huh)
Ayy, I call her when she pissed (Damn), so she can't call it quits (Phew, ha)
I'm pretty laid back inside my own lane, she say I'm too lame
Know her body tea, but that lil' pussy taste like Kool-Aid (Ayy, damn)
Cuban Link her collar, Rolex, watches, all them VVs (VVs)
Cornеr bender, I French tip hеr, spent the bag at Ling Ling (At Ling Ling)
Nasty ho, she tryna eat me every time she see me
And I know your ex nigga won't beat me, all the time he pee-wee
She don't do no clubbin', that shit rubbish, she just want my love
And I shoot out of town, then she start buggin', lowkey got me rushin'
Grab her neck and choke her while we fuckin', she can't do no runnin'
I can't do no shows without my youngins 'cause they too a hundred, nigga (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I might put the bitch in timeout 'cause she too bad ('Cause she too bad)
She gon' pull up, give that brain up like a durag (Ayy, noggin)
Know she play her part when we hit Saks, might get a few bags (Ayy, get a few bags)
She gon' blow that like a trombone and I thought she knew jacks (Thought she knew jacks)
My ho from America, but she like Cuban links, huh (Cuban)
She get off that Stella Rose, then she turn to a freak, huh (Damn)
She be tryna get me drunk 'cause I turn to a beast, huh (I do that)
Oh, you fuck with dude? (Huh) Why you choosin' me, bitch? (Huh)
Know she choosin' Quinn 'cause on my side, we get it in, huh (Ayy)
She can't do Toyotas or no Hondas, she like Benz, ayy (Uh)
We can't go out runnin', so I pound town, let's go again, huh (Ayy)
Know I'm young and turnt, I made her fallout with her friends, huh (Ayy)
Oh, you stand on biz', huh? You take care of your kids, huh?
She don't need no nigga for no bag 'cause you got ends, huh? (Ayy)
Cut her off, seen the bitch at the club and made amends, huh (Ayy)
If you got your own paper, for real, then hold your hands high
Hold your hands up, huh, hold your hands up, huh, huh
If you don't need a nigga, hold your hands up, huh
If you got your shit together, hold your hands up, huh
I'ma take her home and fuck her with her hands up, nigga
Let's go, let's go, pew, pew, pew, pew
