Comin' 4 U

[Intro]
Ha ha
Ha ha, mothaf*cker
Back on that ass, come on Mr. Postman

b*tch, it's the Rese'vor Dogs, n*gga you ain't know?
Got your f*ckin' address right here
This is serious, holla at the n*gga Danny Brown

[Danny Brown]
Oh, Danny's back on his proceedings
Serving these black [?], swervin' and ‘lac breezin'
Hurting these cats breathin', for no reason
I throw G's at any party I [?] in
Get your weight up, not your hate up
Danny ain't a grocer, but he bag the eighth up
So hot I order extra clips
Got black suits comin' and they game Will Smith
So don't slip if I'm with the tech
Cause I turn your white tee to white fishnet
n*ggas, get ready for war
Killed three the last week and I'm ready for four
Throw a bullet in the game just to settle the score
So hood and that white thing, peddle to the floor
The metal is full, n*ggas try to stop the Rolex
Put two in you, leave you bloody like a Kotex

[Hook] x2
One, two, n*ggas comin for you
Three, four, get the f*ck on the floor
Five, six, n*gga give me those bricks
Seven, eight, man give me all that weight man

I always been good with math and dollars
Twenty plus three is what I'd like to have four of on a 96 Impala
Watching [?] on the TV for the driver
Back seat X-Box, strippers wanna holla
Me, I'm a dog, just call me a rottweiler
Bumpin' the clips with a clip in my coat liner
Docs holdin' shotgun, believe me dog it's more than a cliche
Boons really got a gun
Catch you on the street corner, come up out your funds
You're short, call the kidnappers, come up out your sun
I run with some ride or die, instead I stand in front of the club
And pass shells like they was flyers
But doe, I come up out the bush and surprise you
Like it was your birthday, you sling on the dirt [?]
I don't act on my own, I go where the work say
And I touch so much green, you think it was Earth Day

[Hook] x2

I'm killin' any n*gga hotter than me
Have bullets spin around his head like it was his 360s
Catch me zoomin' in the whip so swiftly
f*ck all you n*ggas, suck my di*k, come and get me
When I fight, I get help with that
I do it old school, n*ggas catch a pipe or jack
You must think I'm just writin' raps
Till your mom yelling, "God I want my baby back”
The boy flows is banana scrap
No more, standing up straight when the hammer brap
And the pump go off, you know what's next
n*ggas shake and disappear like an Etch a Sketch
n*ggas better start showin' respect
Before the diesel eagle help your heart jump out your chest
And that way you can show your feelings
Play Craig Davis, let the [?] fill you in

[Hook] x2