Comin Thru

[Intro: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck] Glock check, AK check Sawed off shotgun, check You know I'm sayin' we got all that shit G-Unit nigga we comin' through there nigga know that Fuck you mean? Yellow tape that bitch out nigga, 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 Nigga do your dirt and still ridin' clean Big .45 stuffed inside these designer jeans Called Buck, I need a verse that's an M16 Fuck 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 fuck who there [Outro: Kidd Kidd & Young Buck] Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there