Comen Get Us - Young MayLay

I’m tired of all these niggas

When are they 'bout to reach us

Talking about the killas

If you want it come and get us

(1st verse)

Y’all fuckin up the game maylay came to faze you fake ass

95% of these rap gangsta acts half of them fags and all of them so scared to

lose the money they had before they (???)

I ain’t saying you gotta kill nobody

But with the keep it real lip, shit and get off the potty

Trick with a gun

And ain’t never shot it

Talking all where you from

They don’t know nothin about it

It around with a clown

Washed up like that

Rupped up with the thug shit

And aim it to the count

Trick let alone you peeing

Unless you talking bout the one of the path the rap songs

You can’t get mad talk loud

Entertain the crowd

Ferocious is the focus

If you close your mouth

Got shit to flow ridges an all that shit

Sounds like my switches

WHIP WHIP WHAW

I’m tired of all these niggas

When are they 'bout to reach us

Talking about the killas

If you want it comen get us (2nd verse)

Woah whoa wait!

Don’t get it twisted

It’s a handful of soldiers enlisted

Down for the calls and all authentic

Majority ain’t

They’ll stare a nigga dead in the face

Knowing damn well authority braint

Homie hits me with the head nods and hand shakes

Stay away from maylay

If you dead fake

And I don’t want your money

Just imagine that stack and some

Acting like you balling but actually ain’t having none

Same reason why they won’t help you put a record out

If they help you

They pin it and won’t check it out

Like I’m invading your space

I got all the dough the blow holes though the blow show

And road the paper chase songs

Whatever the case

I ain’t trying to take your place

the difference it makes it takes

I’m so tired of fake niggas

Rap made niggas

Act paid niggas

I’m tired of all these niggas

When are they 'bout to reach us

Talking about the killas

If you want it comen get us (3rd verse)

Temptation is a motherfucka

That’s why I’m sick of the baddest bitches of niggas

Rhymin of bustas

Acting like a drug dealers don’t make you a thug nigga so what you got a gun

You still a punk nigga

Marks with no mark (???)

We sending the street Gs to go get the cheese

Take your percentages

Faking incentatives

Extort the the report

Portraing the images

Stay at home and get banged

Don’t get the choice

Wanna hang strong

Wait on an invoice

Go along with the game

Nothing wrong with the fame

Got a whole list that consists of all your names

I’m tired of all these niggas

When are they 'bout to reach us

Talking about the killas

If you want it comen get us (End)

I couldn’t find lyrics for this song anywhere so I apologize if these lyrics

are incorrect but most are fine that’s because I relied heavily on

speculation (which I’m bad at) from listening to the song repeatedly so this

will be updated in the future and this long note will be erased lol.