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Yung Mal – Come On Lyrics

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Noisy on the beat

Come on Come on
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Dont go on no dates, dont pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck Ima call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin but fifties and hundreds
Makin these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send em to trauma
Bitch cant get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Lets get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, Im well protected just like the president
And I still got my strap, no medal
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up

Drive my car like Andretta
Go make it rain, get an umbrella
Bitch give me brain til that dick nut up Ugh
I got rich, a different level Racks
And my wrist piss, uh
Ears cost a chicken, uh Mhm
Pinky Dirk Nowitski, uh
And my chains drown, drippin
Beat the trap, we made a killing
Whole gang gon handle that business
Glock got thirty rounds in it
No, this aint bowling, drop a pin, we be knocking down niggas
Niggasd rather talk to pillows
He still alive, he had God with him
Came up, still got Von with me

Come on Come on
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Dont go on no dates, dont pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck Ima call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin but fifties and hundreds
Makin these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send em to trauma
Bitch cant get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Lets get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, Im well protected just like the president
And I still got my strap, no medal
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up Iceburg

Bitch, sit back, I got racks
Stacked on top of racks, they fat
Dont buy no wig, I aint payin for no tracks
My brother went platinum sellin bags, he call them plaque
Trunk got camera when I back back
Got more straps than Baghdad
Got a young nigga ridin with me, he solid
Caught more bodies than Mad Max
I was trappin in Air Max
Plays keep callin my phone, wait, hold on
Broke nigga, go head and hate on
Diamonds ice, bitch, skate on
I dont prolong
Get it done on sight, what the fuck Ima wait on?
Shawty straight, shawty safe
Filled with nothin but fifties and hundreds Noisy on the beat

Come on Come on
Huh, shawty got cake like funnel
Dont go on no dates, dont pay for no frontal
Know who the fuck Ima call if I ever go under
My safe filled with nothin but fifties and hundreds
Makin these racks, I do what I wanna
If they play, I spray, gotta send em to trauma
Bitch cant get my number, yeah
Bitch, I drip like puddles
Bitch, I got my hood in the huddle
Bitch, I got my shit together
Lets get cash, bitches irrelevant
Bitch, Im well protected just like the president Mhm
And I still got my strap, no medal Strap
Bitch, sit back and ride, shut up Shut up