Comin Thru lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Intro: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck]
Glock check, AK check
Sawed off shotgun, check
You know I'm sayin' we got all that sh*t
G-Unit n*gga we comin' through there n*gga know that
f*ck you mean?
Yellow tape that b*tch out n*gga, you know what's up boy

[Verse: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck]
I ain't that famous, I could still murk somethin'
I still I hurt somethin', I still got the work comin'
Hard headed ain't learned nothin' but drug money
Blue bandanas with a pocket full of blood money
Load the shells with my shirt to keep the prints off 'em
Go get a rental, put in work, and take the tits off her
n*gga do your dirt and still ridin' clean
Big .45 stuffed inside these designer jeans
Called Buck, I need a verse that's an M16
f*ck you mean? How you want it? With the red beam?
From Cashville to New Orleans boy we all through there
Ay Kidd, you know I'm comin' through, don't give a f*ck who there

[Outro: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck]
Just call me when you need me n*gga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me n*gga, you know I'm comin' through there
Just call me when you need me n*gga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me n*gga, you know I'm comin' through there
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