Come Thru Lyrics

I lost some old friends I had to tell “No”
The streets, they washed up, most of these n*** hoes
Can’t see be going out sad, oh no no no

When you ain’t having nothing watch how they treat you
At my lowest all I had was God, don’t ever think I need you
Count up a hundred bands of dirty money (Out the mud, n**)
Showed you the move and you tried to work it on me, and I’m like

I swear to God, ‘fore I got out I wanna shoot
Clap rods like it ain’t nothing else to do
Keep a stick on me, better have it on you
And if you got the drop, n**, fuck it come on through
Pull up
N**, fuck it come on through
Know we outside with it
N**, fuck it come on through

We don’t give no fucks, play you out of luck
I keep it on my side like my 40 was a crutch
I’m working with a pair, but bitch, I ain’t the one
Might pop one in your head, talking about a one on one
Never catch me slipping, got it tucked right by my belly
Ask around the city, since a lil’ one I been stepping
I stay out people business ’cause that shit be getting messy
‘Cause soon I flash out you gotta check it or respect it
I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep it gun just to make it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul

I swear to God, ‘fore I got out I wanna shoot
Clap rods like it ain’t nothing else to do
Keep a stick on me, better have it on you
And if you got the drop, n**, fuck it come on through
Pull up
N**, fuck it come on through
Know we outside with it
N**, fuck it come on through

I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep a gun just to make it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul