Come Thru (feat. Drumma Boy) - Young Buck

I don't mean to brag Shawty took a sip from the soda and she won't stop crushing Shawty say the breadfruit bussin I I just wanna eat it like lunch time All I gotta do is hit one time Yeah pop that shit Don't be shy bout shit Girl you know what this is You a bad girl On your hot girl shit with your new outfit Hair, nails, face did girl it's your world X boyfriend left you with no closure You ain't trippen you just glad that's it's over All you really want is likes and exposure You just looking for a reason to come over Yeah Yeah that's bae Ain't even gotta call me show up to my place Leave it all in the table girl I'm gone take Mean everything I say girl I can't fake it I Slide when I want to I Ride when I want to I die when I want to I revive when I want to I just be in my own vibe I don't mean to brag Shawty took a sip from the soda and she won't stop crushing Shawty say the breadfruit bussin I I just wanna eat it like lunch time All I gotta do is hit one time Yeah pop that shit Don't be shy bout shit Girl you know what this is You a bad girl On your hot girl shit with your new outfit Hair, nails, face did girl it's your world Trying play the 50 but can't get me out to head girl You could be my side be my main you get both worlds I ain't even trippen if you Drippen wit yo home girls You don't need permission from no niggas it's a woman's world You get the bag all by your self don't need no help girl Can't do you like no trophy leave you on no shelf girl Head dangerous yeah You's a dirty Diana miss Montana Was raised by my momma but excuse my manners I put you in a squeeze I bet u leak like Fanta Weak up in dem knees mek yu scream my anthem I don't mean to brag Shawty took a sip from the soda and she won't stop crushing Shawty say the breadfruit bussin I I just wanna eat it like lunch time All I gotta do is hit one time Yeah pop that shit Don't be shy bout shit Girl you know what this is You a bad girl On your hot girl shit with your new outfit Hair, nails, face did girl it's your world

(Girl you so dramatic) Yea I got Dior in my lap right now We just chilling, catching a Vibe Look I been hustling everyday I ain't missing no action That's why I come home late And fuck with a passion We gone do it every floor from the basement to the attic She start screaming I start laughing like girl you so dramatic She responds like naw that shit immaculate Then I laugh again like girl don't you flatter me Her Friends in the backseat, she reaching over grabbing it She found out imma shooter now she really want me stabbing it Her bestie drunk yelling like why you want my girlfriend I'm like shit we just gone chill at the Airbnb Her country friend whispering like girl you needa merry him But this mon on a roe I need a Marilyn So while you got my undivided you should cherish it And anything you think of nows the time to say it Cuz I can make it happen like happy belated If you don't remember nothing member King Dee the greatest I ain't here for too long I be on my way While I'm here we can kick it Make the most of the day I can be you're tour guide And Do whatever you say Long as soon we get home you do whatever I say Like come thru (Come thru) Come thru (Come here) Come thru (Come here) Get yo ass in that car and come thru (Come thru) Come thru (Come here) Come thru (Come here) We can burn something later Come thru

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!