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pinkwitab - how im comin’ lyrics

[verse 1]
(aye)
ain’t no f+ckin’ wit’ my grind, ima hustle ‘til my time’s up
f+ckin’ wit’ my mind, you gon’ end up getting’ sized up
i just met up wit’ a dime, now she f+ckin’ up the price
i ain’t saying’ that’s a crime, i’m just saying’ that ain’t right
got all my n+ggas on my back, like i’m carryin’ ‘round a duffel
all my weed under my sack, i pray i make it in through customs
broke n+ggas tryna jack, that’s why i swear i’ll never trust ‘em
i ain’t tryna up the strap, but if it’s there then ima bus’ ‘em
them n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ me, then n+gga i say it’s f+ck ‘em
feel like sendin’ shots, then they better hope i don’t duck ‘em
i’m duel wieldin’ wit’ two blocks, and these b+tchеs finna get buckin’
i’m usin’ both these sticks just likе i’m playin’ on percussion
this that fourth quarter pressure, guarantee you ain’t no holdin’ me
grown young n+gga, told my t+lady no scoldin’ me
stiff wit’ them hands, tell yo’ potnahs ain’t no foldin’ me
b+tch look at where i am, n+gga right here where i’m ’posed to be

[chorus]
i left that other me behind
that’s no longer how i’m comin’
muscled up a grind
had to focus on my money
f+ckin’ wit’ my mind
let me keep that sh+t a hunnid
you f+ckin’ wit’ my dime
then this sh+t finna get ugly
(x2)
i left that other me behind
that’s no longer how i’m comin’
muscled up a grind
had to focus on my money
f+ckin’ wit’ my mind
let me keep that sh+t a hunnid
you f+ckin’ wit’ my dime
then this sh+t finna get ugly
[verse 2]
lemme talk my sh+t, ‘cause b+tch i’m hot and i’m already knowin’
they tried to get a n+gga to stop, but i’m already goin’
this sh+t keep spillin’ over the top, i’m intentionally po’in
and if you playin’ wit’ my top, the chop already blowin’
every time i shoot, i aim to stop ‘em, wherever they goin’
every time i stop, i get a lil caught up in awe of the moment
she wanna shop, but honestly, i’m not feelin’ like goin’
ima roll this op’
when i’m at the spot
ima get it and blow it
my brudda askin’ me for sumn, had to tell him how to grind for it
look at my watch, tell him make sure you make time for it
don’t worry ‘bout the price, go ‘head and spend the dime for it
they ain’t gin’ do you right, ‘less you watch ‘em wit’ yo’ eyes boy
and if they catch you today, i swear to god, b+tch ima slide for you
n+gga f+ck a play, ‘cause i’m ready to juke and jive for you
no military, i’m standin’ in front the line for you
up wit’ the bl!cky, whatever sticky get slimed for you

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