Come Here lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, RJ
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin'

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Come here, lil' b*tch, I need that pus*y and the face
Hell no, I'm trippin', put that money in my hand
Ooh, let her taste it, why she wanna suck it off again
But she ain't catch it all, got nut on my pants
My side b*tch from France, prostitute from Japan
One ho sell pus*y, other one scams
Just had to hit my AZ ho with the backhand
Tried to short me on some money, she was capping
If the b*tch run off then the b*tch a faggot
This b*tch told me five thousand and the b*tch vanished

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, it tastes mango when it's in the Fanta
He gon' panic, I'm knowin' he gon' panic
When that pressure on, slide, broad day action
I'm with the scam man, she ask me, "Paper, plastic?"
Tuh, yeah, paper plastic
You with the money train, what you want rappin'?
I'm takin' Cash App only if the b*tch average
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ooh, I might blind a b*tch with these real karats
b*tch, I'm in the kitchen whippin' up Paris
Ooh, hell yeah, I'm with all terrorists
pus*y n*gga, don't get embarrassed
Hit a n*gga and we really careless
We'll pull up, n*gga, get to blasting
Ooh, my brother made a mil' off of bashing
I made ten this week, I'm back on bragging

[Verse 4: Drego]
Hit the b*tches in twos, I'm back-to-backing
She chased me down for the di*k, she said she gotta have it
I chase my high with the drink, I sip it with a passion
I swear her sh*t feel real but her sh*t plastic
Slide your block and walk up, it in a different jacket

[Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
My n*gga want Percs to kill, he a pill addict
Rob your ass in these Loubs, take your sh*t in fashion
Ooh, 'bout to send my ho b*tch to Kansas
My b*tches bring me 10K, I buy 'em all asses
Ooh, I ain't touched the dope, it look fancy, uh
I just knocked a ho and got her dancin', uh
Heard you got your prostitute pregnant, uh
You boyfriend pimpin'? Boy, you nasty, uh
Drop the top, gone, that's a classic, huh
You fake tough n*ggas ain't lastin', uh
[Verse 6: Drego]
Man, I'm a walking classic
It's a lil' different sound, it's automatic
I said, "I know that ass fat, I can manage"
She like, "Boy, calm down, you too manic"
I'm like, "Shut up, lil' b*tch, let me grab it"
I'm like, "Shut up, lil' b*tch, let me stab it"
Got the head in the whip, look like she dabbin'
If Lonnie call me then I know it's for some static