Untiljapan Good Comme
[Intro]
(Saint in this—)
(Re—)
(Re-Re)
(Motherfuck—)
(Re—)
(Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re)
(Saint in this motherfucker) Light that motherfucker up
(Reid)
[Chorus]
You not knowing what you really worth
Why you acting like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck, so them f..ckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't ever take a chance
That shit changing when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme, baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losing my mind tryna make this work
I could say, "Fuck you," and leave you so lost, but, baby, I know how that hurt
I could say, "Fuck it, I'm cutting my losses, and go to Hell, go to work"
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them f..ck niggas hatin'
[Verse]
Pass that shit
We got blunts in the lounge, but, baby, we also got lines, come get you a sniff
Bitch, I could turn you to a f..cking star, but it'll take—
Don't gas that bitch
This ho think she the one, and she really just not, and she stay tryna be my Stitch
Get away from me, they gotta wait from me just to get in
They see them numbers don't lie
The AC been cranking 'cause I bring the heat in this bitch, I ain't turning it down
The AP don't tick in the UK, it got a timezone lock on the dial
Why would I care about what you say? You ain't ever made a rack in an hour
Huh, my nigga, he keep him a lil' Drac', I'm not talking 'bout the one with the owl
When I come through, your bitch throw in the towel
Make a grown-ass man fall down like a tower
How you gon' get that paper? You sitting there pouting
I cannot f..ck up, I need that lil' B in the driveway
I knock a f..ck nigga off, he try to get in my way
I got these groupies switching up they timeframes
Throw 'em a loosie, they gon' lose they minds, gang, huh
[Chorus]
You not knowing what you really worth
Why you acting like you ain't the shit, huh?
I put stones on my neck, so them f..ckers hit when I feel the breeze, huh
You ain't ever take a chance
That shit changing when you come with me
All this swag, everything you need
Good Comme, baby, on the feet
I know your worth, I'm losing my mind tryna make this work
I could say, "Fuck you," and leave you so lost, but, baby, I know how that hurt
I could say, "Fuck it, I'm cutting my losses, and go to Hell, go to work"
But I hopped back in, in the game
If they say I changed, them f..ck niggas hatin'
