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