Ez COME

Yeah you know what time it is The Juicemane up in muh' fucka' My nigga Everclear The Joker and Lil Gin finna break y'all sumn proper Like diss biatch Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone Bitch, don't let your mouth be a grave digga Fuck around with me and you gon' be a dead ass nigga 187 on that ass with a blast Then you just history A fucking though of the past You better recognize a field cap killa ho You better ask somebody, reel it up, silly ho I don't think you wanna get too deep Because I'll leave your fuckin' brains laying in the street See, umm It's nothin' but trauma Lock that ass in our 'coma They tryna cause trauma I ain't taking none of yo shit So you better bring some motion, to the fucking door bitch But this time step with some trill nigga And make sure they ain't get to squeeze the trigga Because imma shoot first And make sure that I see yo punk-ass ridin' in a hurtz Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone Bustin' in your home With my tone pointed to your dome There's another brother dead and gone