Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coming Around, artist - Lil YeeDate of issue: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coming Around |
| Mob, yeah |
| I know they know what this is |
| Mob, I know you know what this is |
| L-Finguz |
| They keep coming around |
| We keep gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody heard of us now |
| They keep coming around |
| We keep gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody heard of us now |
| They stay coming around |
| We stay gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody murderers now |
| They say it’s lonely at the top but it’s a better view |
| You never ate out of a pot that still had residue |
| At auntie house, you can’t tell moms everything you do |
| And everything you seen before, it was never new |
| I’m never spooked, tell the truth, I ain’t scared to shoot |
| I’m livin' proof, real nigga, ain’t a point to prove |
| It’s a bang gang thing, you ain’t in the loop |
| Ayy, King Jack, this a slap, nigga, just for you |
| I know, I know, I know you know what this is |
| I know, I know, I know you know how we live |
| It’s low on dope, we might just come to your crib |
| And scope, and scope, it’s how we feedin' our kids |
| Murder, extortion, bouncin' out of them Porsches |
| I can rock Balenciagas, I’d rather do the Forces |
| It’s important, feeding my niggas that’s less fortunate |
| If you do it to the neck, ain’t gotta worry about 'em pointing, nah |
| They keep coming around |
| We keep gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody heard of us now |
| They stay coming around |
| We stay gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody murderers now |
| Knocked some niggas down but I hope I never killed a child |
| Monsters, tall, came up hard while the bills is piled up |
| Landlord mad as fuck, gotta kick us out |
| 11 years old, 'member coke used to keep us down |
| Cocaine feed us now, dope by my penis now |
| Strap in my Levis and I just wanna kill that man |
| Rap so wack nowadays, it’s hard to be a fan |
| I just hit the trap and blaze no matter where I land |
| They keep coming around |
| We keep gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody heard of us now |
| They stay coming around |
| We stay gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody murderers now |
| You really real if you count a mil' and you still yourself |
| 'Cause if you fake and you in the way, you should kill yourself |
| Any situation, never put myself first |
| Bein' great ain’t always great, it’s a gift and a curse |
| Ridin' out to Cita Son, worse come to worse |
| Old funk, new chop, three round burst |
| And I can’t keep these demons inside of me |
| You looked me dead in my eyes and you lied to me |
| Now I look at you as a rivalry |
| Tryna monopolize, you used my game improperly |
| That knife you stuck in my back wasn’t sharp enough |
| Bang gang, it’s only killers in the car with us |
| They keep coming around |
| We keep gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody heard of us now |
| They stay coming around |
| We stay gunning 'em down |
| First they didn’t know who I am |
| But everybody murderers now |