Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Came In, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Came In |
| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah |
| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Came in this bitch with a thot and a forty |
| Just case they cross me, I get 'em up off me |
| Dunkin got lean, I ain’t sippin' no coffee |
| I get you crossed if the bitch tried to cross |
| Smokin' exotic, the gun hold the thirty |
| Applyin' that pressure to niggas that owe me |
| I want an AP, I’ll pass on a Rollie |
| We droppin' Hi-Tech and Wock' by the OZ |
| I’m in the drop with a bitch, smokin' OG |
| Motherfuck the courts 'til they free all the homies |
| Trizz on the way, that’s my motherfuckin' brodie |
| Tell me you love me but you gotta show me |
| I been betrayed because niggas is phony |
| I pour up my pain when I’m all by my lonely |
| It was some shit that I just told you only |
| Regardless whatever, this shit here forever |
| Ho, wait, jump out the R8, the valet don’t park it, I’m comin' back |
| Oh wait, I left my drink in the cup holder, I had to double back |
| Oh wait, I fucked two bitches the same time, yeah, I had to double that |
| Oh wait, nigga got booked with a load on the street like what’s up with that? |
| Oh wait, that bitch that you like? |
| Well, that bitch put my dick where her |
| stomach at |
| Pulled out then I left a nut on her stomach tat |
| You was in love with that, no you can’t stomach that |
| Oh wait, niggas be broke and they stressin', they smell like that struggle pack |
| Auntie came through, said he wanted to double that |
| Left and came back 'cause he wanted his money back |
| Oh wait, we shootin' for real, on my soul, you get hit, ain’t no comin' back |
| Oh wait, that’s that new YoungBoy, yeah, turn that shit up, had to run it back |
| Oh wait, my lil' bitch from the A, in her purse, keep a gun in that |
| Oh wait, Givenchy, McQueen, and Margiela, I’m just havin' fun with it |
| Uh, yeah, huh |
| I might just go and go Balenciaga my running kicks, uh |
| Middle December, posted on the 'Gram on some summer shit |
| I had to serve up my teller so people I’m done with it, huh, huh |
| A-list event but you know that the pole, it got snuck in it |
| Came in this bitch with a thot and a forty |
| Just case they cross me, I get 'em up off me |
| Dunkin got lean, I ain’t sippin' no coffee |
| I get you crossed if the bitch tried to cross |
| Smokin' exotic, the gun hold the thirty |
| Applyin' that pressure to niggas that owe me |
| I want an AP, I’ll pass on a Rollie |
| We droppin' Hi-Tech and Wock' by the OZ |
| I’m in the drop with a bitch, smokin' OG |
| Motherfuck the courts 'til they free all the homies |
| Trizz on the way, that’s my motherfuckin' brodie |
| Tell me you love me but you gotta show me |
| I been betrayed because niggas is phony |
| I pour up my pain when I’m all by my lonely |
| It was some shit that I just told you only |
| Regardless whatever, this shit here forever (Shit for eternity) |