Rese’vor Dogs - Comin' 4 U lyrics

Ha ha ha ha, mothafucker
Back on that ass, come on Mr postman

Bitch, it’s the Rese’vor Dogs
Nigga you ain’t know?
Got your fuckin’ address right here
This is serious
Holla at the nigga Danny Brown

Oh, Danny’s back on his proceedings
Serving these black
Swervin' and ‘lac breezin’
Hurting these cats breathin’, for no reason
I throw G’s at any party I in
Get your weight up, not your hate up
Danny ain’t a grocer
But he bag the eighth up
So hot I order extra clips
Got black suit's comin’ and
They game Will Smith
So don’t slip if I’m with the tech
Cause, I turn your white tee to white fishnet
Niggas, get ready for war
Killed three the last week and
I’m ready for four
Throw a bullet in the game
Just to settle the score
So hood and that white thing
Peddle to the floor the metal is full
Niggas try to stop the Rolex
Put two in you, leave you bloody like a Kotex

One, two, niggas comin for you
Three, four, get the fuck on the floor
Five, six, nigga give me those bricks
Seven, eight, man give me all that weight man

I always been good with math and dollars
Twenty plus three is what I’d like to
Have four of on a 96 Impala
Watching on the TV for the driver
Back seat X-Box, strippers wanna holla
Me, I’m a dog, just call me a rottweiler
Bumpin' the clips with a clip
In my coat liner docs holdin’ shotgun
Believe me dog it’s more than a cliche
Boons really got a gun
Catch you on the street corner
Come up out your funds
You’re short, call the kidnappers
Come up out your sun
I run with some ride or die
Instead I stand in front of the club
And pass shells like they was flyers
But doe
I come up out the bush and surprise you
Like it was your birthday
You sling on the dirt i don’t act on my own
I go where the work say
And I touch so much green
You think it was Earth Day

One, two, niggas comin for you
Three, four, get the fuck on the floor
Five, six, nigga give me those bricks
Seven, eight, man give me all that weight man

I’m killin’ any nigga hotter than me
Have bullets spin around his head
Like it was his 360s
Catch me zoomin’ in the whip so swiftly
Fuck all you niggas, suck my dick
Come and get me
When I fight, I get help with that
I do it old school
Niggas catch a pipe or jack
You must think I’m just writin’ raps
Till your mom yelling
"God I want my baby back"
The boy flows is banana scrap no more
Standing up straight when the hammer brap
And the pump go off, you know what’s next
Niggas shake and disappear like
An Etch a Sketch
Niggas better start showin’ respect
Before the diesel eagle help your
Heart jump out your chest
And that way you can show your feelings
Play Craig Davis, let the fill you in

One, two, niggas comin for you
Three, four, get the fuck on the floor
Five, six, nigga give me those bricks
Seven, eight, man give me all that weight man