Comin for Me - Keak Da Sneak, Willie Hen, AP-9

I need to know where this guy is, and I need to know now!

Yeah yeah

Or I’m gonna rat you out

Motherfuckin' one eight seven, yeah yeah

For all the shit I know that you’ve done in your life!

I’m going to turn you

over!

That’s all it is nigga

Yeah, you know

Hella heavy

Yeah, I know they comin' for me

I know they comin' for me (Watch it)

Uh, bigga nigga

Yo, you niggas duck cats around your face is

Nothin' but duct tape

I need much breaks so back off for yo' soul take place

I’m frustratin' yo whole camp with sixteen bars

You talk about how I fluctuate with fifteen cars

I borrowed none, and far from y’all niggas don’t spittin' arson

Flame, the game won’t change, let me explain

From here to Kansas City (Okay) Jrzy to Miami

You didn’t catch me with two tight bitches up at the grammys?

Ask m how we livin' in Cali (How you live in Cali?)

Is it really crazy?

I tell 'em visit, or ride back to them

The difference is it’s young guns, tutored of that A1

Playin' red rum on the run this ain’t no game blood

I said blood, now you think I gang bang but I don’t

I’m from the bay and we say what we want

I got niggas in the O (Oakland) Niggas in the Sco (Frisco)

Niggas in the Rich that’ll kill you and yo' bitch

I done jumped bail, now the bounty hunters is comin'

They know I’m runnin' but they bitch that bailed me out

That took me under

No use in frontin' it’s all about takin' the right routes

Lookin' to the left they tryna check my every step

I was out of breath like *panting*

I was gon' die, runnin' from 'em like they tryna kill the AP.9

I was runnin' by surveillance, I’m so impatient

I was right about your state nigga, the federal state

The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

Do the math nigga, we some pimps and sav niggas

Act bad niggas, chin check jab niggas

Who ain’t got the sense to put two and two together (What you stupid?)

It ain’t just a t-shirt up under my leather

You suckas make yo' feet work, motherfucka you better

Your up outta here, clear up and you outta here

Fuck all that ego trippin' that desert eagle spittin the real

Like it was written, now listen to some shit you can feel

Two mob niggas rappin' on a bay mob heater

Thuggin' in the bay holdin' Peters

Rollin' niggas controllin' bitches and countin' figgas

Anything to make the paper bigger

Who the hell do you think you are?

I’ll have your ass hangin' from a flagpole in the mornin'

I pray to god that if I ever had a grievance I’d have a little more respect

The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

The police comin' for me, (Five O, Five O Nigga)

Here nigga hide up in the spot (Get up outta here cuzz)

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

__Blast my enemies, take over infinity

double shots like a blast of Hennessy

I’m ready to kill sum, fisk a minimal you couldn’t with it

Say what?

Quit kiddin' me

___ take her virginity

It’s the shit bags with my mac

Lickin' shots to ya kidneys

'Cause we are the world you better ask Whitney

I’m a town nigga, think I’ma move?

And can’t take my family with me?

Industry rules got the odds against me

They wanna come and get me

'Cause I’ma spit it like sixteen bars

Them baby sitter might like printed cigars

I fuck wit' stars, actresses madresses

Thangs take it to 'em flyin air my packages

Through a man in the east coast connected with migo

And every seven days, I’m coppin' ten of them kilo’s

I want cream, droppin' hot albums like ery month

Get independent money and still smokin' the

The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot

The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock

The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch

The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck