COME ON

I ain’t playin wit' cha son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s Yeah I’m filling up the whole swishers And fill my glass wit' the dark liquors You love base when the sound hit cha Love the bass when the sounds hit cha You love the bass You love the bass You love base when the sound hit cha Love the bass when the sounds hit cha You love the bass You love the bass You love the bass You love the bass (Come on) I ain’t playin wit' cha son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s You ain’t handling no big business You just swimming with the little fishes (Go Go Go) They say I walk (Go Go) Like a bad mamma jama (Go Go) They say I talk like a bad mamma jama (Go Go) They say I rock (Go Go) Like a bad mamma jama (Go Go) They say I’m hot (Go Go) Like a bad mamma jama I ain’t playing with your son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s My swag oh so vicious And your swag oh so old vintage (Go) Cause the place starts boomin’ (Go) When the ladies start movin’ (Go) And the fellas start groovin’ (Go Go) Keep doing what you doing (Go Go) And the beat keep going (Go Go) So you gotta keep going (Go Go) And the drank keep pouring (Go Go) And tree keep blowing (Go Go) (Come on) I ain’t playing with your son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s Six four with the big switches Bouncing with the top down Can I get a witness You love base when the sound hit cha Love the bass when the sounds hit cha You love the bass You love the bass You love base when the sound hit cha Love the bass when the sounds hit cha You love the bass You love the bass You love the bass You love the bass (Come on) I ain’t playin wit' cha son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s Paparazzi jocking snapping pictures My posse jockeys They all riders nigga (Now break it on down) They say I walk (Break it on down) Like a bad mamma jama (Break it on down) They say I talk like a bad mamma jama (Break it on down) They say I rock (Break it on down) Like a bad mamma jama (Break it on down) They say I’m hot (Break it on down) Like a bad mamma jama (Break it on down) (Come on) I ain’t playin wit' cha son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s I got the magic stick in my britches And I’m granting all the ladies wishes (Go Go) Cause the place starts boomin’ (Go Go) When the ladies start movin’ (Go Go) And the fellas start groovin’ (Go Go) Keep doing what you doing (Go Go) And the beat keep going (Go Go) So you gotta keep going (Go Go) And the drank keep pouring (Go Go) And tree keep blowing (Go Go) (Come on) -Verse 7 I ain’t playin wit' cha son bitches See I get straight to the point wit' cha’s everything I say is so delicious Cause it’s coming out the chef kitchen -Verse 8 Flow spitter Show ripper Dime hitter Cash getter Mr. pull it out the zipper Duffel bags you need a forklift Just to pick up Gold bottles all night Thousand dollar hiccups The mic checker Dome checker Bone collector like Dexter Handles with the Black & Decker So don’t test a Holy man word to Mecca Palming a big stick Quiet as a Tesla The storm trooper Bald head Lex Luther King Koopa flex on you Lex Lugar Hit the hookah Nightmare Fred Kruger She went scuba All night Kama Sutra I’m bout paper Fuck a bitch Fuck a hater Custom seats like the coupe the alligator Custom suits like I tailor mad flavor RIP to Craig Sager Blitz the alpha and Omega Like what