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Song:Come On
Album:IceburgGenres:Hip Hop
Year:2019 Length:153 sec

Lyricist: Yung Mal

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Noisy on the beat

[Chorus]
Come on (Come on)
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Don't go on no dates, don't pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck I'ma call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin' but fifties and hundreds
Makin' these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send 'em to trauma
Bitch can't get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Let's get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, I'm well protected just like the president
And I still got my strap, no medal
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up

[Verse 1]
Drive my car like Andretta
Go make it rain, get an umbrella
Bitch give me brain 'til that dick nut up (Ugh)
I got rich, a different level (Racks)
And my wrist piss, uh
Ears cost a chicken, uh (Mhm)
Pinky Dirk Nowitski, uh
And my chains drown, drippin'
Beat the trap, we made a killing
Whole gang gon' handle that business
Glock got thirty rounds in it
No, this ain't bowling, drop a pin, we be knocking down niggas
Niggas'd rather talk to pillows
He still alive, he had God with him
Came up, still got Von with me

[Chorus]
Come on (Come on)
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Don't go on no dates, don't pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck I'ma call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin' but fifties and hundreds
Makin' these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send 'em to trauma
Bitch can't get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Let's get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, I'm well protected just like the president
And I still got my strap, no medal
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up (Iceburg)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, sit back, I got racks
Stacked on top of racks, they fat
Don't buy no wig, I ain't payin' for no tracks
My brother went platinum sellin' bags, he call them plaque
Trunk got camera when I back back
Got more straps than Baghdad
Got a young nigga ridin' with me, he solid
Caught more bodies than Mad Max
I was trappin' in Air Max
Plays keep callin' my phone, wait, hold on
Broke nigga, go 'head and hate on
Diamonds ice, bitch, skate on
I don't prolong
Get it done on sight, what the fuck I'ma wait on?
Shawty straight, shawty safe
Filled with nothin' but fifties and hundreds (Noisy on the beat)

[Chorus]
Come on (Come on)
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Don't go on no dates, don't pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck I'ma call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin' but fifties and hundreds
Makin' these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send 'em to trauma
Bitch can't get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Let's get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, I'm well protected just like the president (Mhm)
And I still got my strap, no medal (Strap)
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up (Shut up)
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