Quentin Miller, Stoppa - COME AROUND lyrics
[Quentin Miller, Stoppa - COME AROUND lyrics]
Yessir, yeah (Cole, you stupid)
Cole, QM, Cole, QM don't be
Now, now, now hm, look
Don't be tryna come around my girl
Actin' like Mr friendly
Them guys on opposite, this a win streak
Shorty been on my mind like a fit from
I had to put it down so she won't forget me
Baby you ain't gotta lie to get me
Smooth vibes, on my Lionel Ritchie
First we both get inside the whip
Then ghost ride like a ghost inside the whip
I'm on some other shi
She think she know me just
Because she know my government
Duane Martin, ballin' above the rim
The room buzzin', '42 bubblin'
Ooh, it really gets no better
Carhartt coat for when it hit's, cold weather
She know I'm the one not the two
Nothing lesser
Seat back, legs up, Khaled how we blessed up
Ayy, ya know? Don't be (Forreal)
Don't be tryna ayy (Ya know?)
Don't be tryna come around
Haha, yeah, ya know? Forreal
And you know we just keep
Vibin' and vibin' and vibin'
Ayy, yeah, uh huh, yeah, look, look
Okay, guess who back in the house
They say "Don't nobody rap in the South"
Bag for the whip, bag for the house
So many bags, we just passin' 'em out
It sound like old Ye
It sound like we about to pop the rozay
This that Moët, she like okay
I'm all in her face like
We got but I'm not
They like oh wait, yeah, I'm back again
And you know the diamonds lookin' black
(Lookin' black, ayy)
And you know I put her on her back
(On her back) on her back again, ugh, yeah
Let me rap again, let me trap again
Let me snap again
Feeling like Thanos, all camo
I got the cheat code
I'm never runnin' out of ammo, ya dig?
Ayy, ya know? (Bitch, Stoppa in the building)
Don't be (Forreal)
Don't be tryna ayy (Ya know?)
Don't be tryna come around
Cole, QM, Cole, QM don't be
Now, now, now hm, look
Don't be tryna come around my girl
Actin' like Mr friendly
Them guys on opposite, this a win streak
Shorty been on my mind like a fit from
I had to put it down so she won't forget me
Baby you ain't gotta lie to get me
Smooth vibes, on my Lionel Ritchie
First we both get inside the whip
Then ghost ride like a ghost inside the whip
I'm on some other shi
She think she know me just
Because she know my government
Duane Martin, ballin' above the rim
The room buzzin', '42 bubblin'
Ooh, it really gets no better
Carhartt coat for when it hit's, cold weather
She know I'm the one not the two
Nothing lesser
Seat back, legs up, Khaled how we blessed up
Ayy, ya know? Don't be (Forreal)
Don't be tryna ayy (Ya know?)
Don't be tryna come around
Haha, yeah, ya know? Forreal
And you know we just keep
Vibin' and vibin' and vibin'
Ayy, yeah, uh huh, yeah, look, look
Okay, guess who back in the house
They say "Don't nobody rap in the South"
Bag for the whip, bag for the house
So many bags, we just passin' 'em out
It sound like old Ye
It sound like we about to pop the rozay
This that Moët, she like okay
I'm all in her face like
We got but I'm not
They like oh wait, yeah, I'm back again
And you know the diamonds lookin' black
(Lookin' black, ayy)
And you know I put her on her back
(On her back) on her back again, ugh, yeah
Let me rap again, let me trap again
Let me snap again
Feeling like Thanos, all camo
I got the cheat code
I'm never runnin' out of ammo, ya dig?
Ayy, ya know? (Bitch, Stoppa in the building)
Don't be (Forreal)
Don't be tryna ayy (Ya know?)
Don't be tryna come around