We`re Comin` lyrics

Artist  : Guy 
Song : We`re Comin`



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[Teddy]
Y'all thought we was jokin',
huh?
Beat is bomp
That's right,
yeah
That beat is bomp, bomp bomp
Bomp
bomp, yeah, uh huh
It's the G, yo
Uh huh,
uh

[Brett]
Aye yo, everybody
Can I
have your attention
I got something to
say
Y'all lame-ass small-change cats
Hunt's
y'all like prey
Bring it to ya raw, no-cut,
flow nuts like cashews
And yo' comments, keep
'em to yourself
Nobody asked you
If I had
to I'd throw something hot at you
That'll
leave you cold
C'mon dog, that ain't
platinum
You dipped it in white gold
Come
between anything I love
Surely you stop
breathin'
And y'all thought Guy was out the
game
But sorry, you're not leavin'
You
won't believe me until you see my name
In a
star, carved in pavement
Y'all think this
hard, well wait 'till I go up in the
basement
I'mma tell you this once, fuck saying
it twice
I inhale cold, exhale blowin', turn it
to ice
Your time short, honestly I'm tired of
hearing y'all frontin'
Guy-2K featuring Brett
watch out, we're comin'

[Teddy] Yeah yeah
yeah, uh huh

[Guy]
We got it
locked
And we got the beats that'll rock,
you're not
You better be careful not to blow
your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna
take a lot
Cuz we comin'

We're from the
streets, from the heart of the woods
Straight
to the beach, talk shit
Nigga better watch
your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off
your feet
Cuz we're comin'

We're
comin'
Competition is not, all you wanna-be
cats get to runnin'
Nigga I'm slick wit it
pouring shit hot one drop
And blow your
spot
Do you think you can beat me
You
counterfeit, and you can't handle the way
Now
you wanna drop a remix, it's a little too
late
Try'na cop my style, it won't work,
stupid nigga
Put down the mic before you get
your shit bent up

[Guy]
We got it
locked
And we got the beats that'll rock,
you're not
You better be careful not to blow
your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna
take a lot
Cuz we comin'

We're from the
streets, from the heart of the woods
Straight
to the beach, talk shit
Nigga better watch
your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off
your feet
Cuz we're comin'

We're back
on top, you better run for cover
Cuz we can't
be stopped
Keep poppin' shit money, it just
might get dropped
Cuz you didn't know we got
that shit on lock
Keep on, nigga we
comin'

So don't think shit sweet
I'm
bout to drop another million by the end of the
week
Ya can't stop it, might as well run and
cop it
You bitch ass niggas can't flock it,
we...

[Guy]
We got it locked
And we
got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You
better be careful not to blow your spot
And
you better work hard, it's gonna take a
lot
Cuz we comin'

We're from the
streets, from the heart of the woods
Straight
to the beach, talk shit
Nigga better watch
your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off
your feet
Cuz we're
comin'

[Teddy]
It was y'all who thought
this shit was a joke
I wasn't lying