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lil yee - coming around lyrics

[intro: the jacka]
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

[chorus: the jacka]
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

[verse 1: lil yee]
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 n-gg-, ain’t a point to prove
it’s a bang gang thing, you ain’t in the loop
ayy, king jack, this a slap, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s that’s less fortunate
if you do it to the neck, ain’t gotta worry about ’em pointing, nah

[verse 2: the jacka]
knocked some n-gg-s down but i hope i never k!lled a child
monsters, tall, came up hard while the bills is piled up
landlord mad as f-ck, gotta kick us out
11 years old, ‘member c-ke used to keep us down
cocaine feed us now, dope by my p-n-s now
strap in my levis and i just wanna k!ll 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

[verse 3: boo banga]
you really real if you count a mil’ and you still yourself
’cause if you fake and you in the way, you should k!ll 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 k!llers in the car with us

- lil yee lyrics

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