Comin’ Agg lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ah sh*t...I'm sick of n*ggas jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your sh*t, tryin to make another n*gga stop ya
But it's on cause you up against a real n*gga
I steal n*ggas and kill n*ggas, I'm the real n*gga
You up against a motherf*cker with a quick temper
I'm a born killer, in case you don't remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, motherf*ckers, can you get with it?
You ain't the n*gga that you thought you was, fool
And now I'm after that ass on the cool
It's all about survival of the fittest
n*gga, you shouldn'ta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your ass up out the picture
I ain't the n*gga you wanna f*ck with
Motherf*cker, I wouldn't bullsh*t ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last n*gga in this motherf*ckin world you shoulda f*cked with
I'm leavin n*ggas in bodybags
You shouldn'ta f*cked with the Brad
You punk motherf*cker, I'm comin agg

[VERSE 2]
Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
n*ggas packin nines, f*ck you, b*tch, I pack an A.K
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S.A. fool, and I'ma put you on your back, b*tch
Ain't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-like
Shootin to kill 'cause back in school I had enough fights
To never wanna put my knuckles up against a n*gga's head
So you can sling 'em all you want, but motherf*cker I be slingin lead
'Cause like I said befo' I'm a motherf*ckin dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin n*ggas headshots
And everybody in your motherf*ckin area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a motherf*ck about your family
Because your family ain't my f*ckin family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to the
n*gga in black standin right here next to ya
I'm stoppin muthaf*ckers from breathin
Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin
The trigger of this motherf*ckin Glock, pop-pop until you drop
From these motherf*ckin gunshots
And leave your whole f*ckin family sad
Don't f*ck with the Brad, motherf*cker
'Cause Brad's comin agg
[Verse 3]
Where the c*cksuckers at, where the c*cksuckers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat
'Cause I'm about to heat up like a vet
Chop sh*t down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
'Cause I'm down for the dirt and motherf*ckas said it don't stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna f*ck
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
'Cause by the time you get your keys
I'm lettin loose, motherf*cker, lay em down, n*gga, and get these
It ain't sh*t for me to watch em fly
So die, motherf*ckers, die, motherf*ckers, die, die
I ain't no motherf*ckin good guy, dog
And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all
I'm from the state of the motherf*ckin gunslingers
Knockin di*ks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your ass caught up in this gangsta sh*t
And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you b*tch
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your ass, you motherf*cker
I'm comin agg