[Intro]
Okay
Word to Bobby
Taylor 'bout to fuckin' flex

[Chorus]
Comin' up, through the back do'
Got some bitches, they wanna fuck mo'
.223, and I let it go
And yo girl, yeah she a freak ho

[Verse 1]
Runnin' through the six now I got my bands up
Timeout, now the plan's up
I want to show people that want to listen when, why and what that they are missin'
And the sneak diss, I'm not dismissin'
But I don't wanna make music reminiscing of past events that hittin' different
I could probably show it, but I'm indifferent

[Verse 2]
Okay I'm gonna kill the beat, and it's a murder case one of the highest feats
And I'm comin' in like a fuckin' pastor, which can only result in a disaster
I'm enticing with my bars and lines and my confidence, yeah, it really shines
I'm comin' through and I'm leavin' steady
So you better be careful, be ready
[Chorus]
Comin' up, through the back do'
Got some bitches, they wanna fuck mo'
.223, and I let it go
I'm unmatched, on this fuckin' flow

[Verse 3]
Put a hole in that opp he a fuckin' bagel
If you want long dick then I guess just say so
I don't wanna really come out like I'm Pedro
After droppin' this track I may just lay low
Comfort bars, it's a real thing and I'm attempting not to be the king
'Cause if there's one thing that won't be next, it's me spittin' with a God complex
I'm comin' through with the fuckin' heat, call 911 this a fuckin' treat
But it ain't sweet, I'm tellin' now
Go snitch on me, go tweet about
Rest in peace to a dinosaur and I'm trying not to ignore the fact that a meteor ended their lives many years ago
I'm spittin' clean say my teeth brushed, and my homeboy he don't give a fuck
I'm endin' off with a simple line, stay off the drugs and you'll be doin' fine

[Chorus]
Comin' up, through the back door
Got some bitches, they wanna fuck more
.223, and I let it go
Killin' beats, is a fuckin' chore