[Intro: Ab-Soul & Murs]
Yeah
Black Lip Bastard!
Gimme some of that (Mm)
Yeah
One time for my niggas
Yo
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Before I exit out this motherfucker, bet you know my name
I'm into Swisher Sweets and five dollar champagne
You should join my campaign ‘fore I lose my damn brain (Damn)
I'm chasing the wind and I don't know if I'm losin’ or winnin’
Damn shame (Damn shame), shit, I ain't complainin’
It's no limits nigga, it's only entertainment
So I'm in the Bugatti and got the burner too
Right place, right time, I'll murder you (I’ll murder you. You, you, you)
Huh, I finally get it, what's the use in being witty ain't nobody with it
I'd rather sticky my woody in a wonder woman
So good I might never want another woman
But I'mma always want another woman, real nigga to the core, my dude
Straight from the liquor store from getting more sippy from me
And my recipients 'til we stumble to the floor, my dude
Straight off-top, T.D.E. till 3003
No scratch that, I can't calculate that exact
Our downfall will probably never be an incident though
Use your mind, don't just listen to the instrumental
Read the signs before you end up in a pile of shit
You probably did, the least you can do is crack a window (Euhh)
You smell that? And if I catch him taking a nap, I tell him that...
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I hope it hit you like a bus done runnin' to ya
I'm only fucking with ya, I know it's nothing to ya
What I gotta make is something to ya
Slept on us long enough, you got it coming to ya
[Post-Chorus]
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you (Hahaha, look)
[Verse 2: Murs]
See me, I'm from the mid, don't fuck with the kid
Heavy artillery, this long will split your wig
Put your fitted on the curb, you know, flip your lid
Brains on the sidewalks, you know what it is, that is
I got that street mentality
Razorblade in my mouth, bitch wanna battle me
Huh? I slice this bitch up, I ain't playing
Snare need stitches from the words that I'm saying
Name my badem, Repping L.A.'n
Tattoo's showing, mean muggin' at the way in
Smack you with a bottle that I picked up on the way in
And them niggas rolling with you only with you cause you pay 'em
And real niggas don't get extorted
We call for the mother ship, then board it
That mean we fly how we wanna fly
Me and Ab coming for you, better go run and hide, bitch
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I hope it hit you like a bus done runnin' to ya
I'm only fucking with ya, I know it's nothing to ya
What I gotta make is something to ya
Slept on us long enough, you got it coming to ya
[Post-Chorus]
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
Coming to you, coming to you, coming to you, coming to you
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Look, I'm really sick, you need to quit, like quiet without the 'e'
Supplying the D-man's, sometimes it gets deep man
You will die in the deep end, surviving to see it
And I'mma be here, the bible is re-writ
HiiiPower, you can yell it
But make sure it's three i's when you spell it
I'm at the bottom of the barrel, let them niggas tell it
I might have to put the barrel to a niggas melon
Pull up on a few hoes in the new McLaren
Back to the condo, condom broke, now I'm apparent
Still smiling in the mirror, nigga here to think
Everybody got it coming to 'em, even me
You only reap what you sow, you only get what you knit
My garden's grown, and I'm ‘bout to throw a fit
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