We Comin' Through

We Comin' Through Lyrics

Yeah
Serious now
Serious

All my niggas
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got sh*t for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This sh*t is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my b**ches
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your ass out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick
Just like you was a cold cut
OH f**k
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
f**king packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the sh*t up out ya
Flipmode
We them niggas
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
Niggas on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
b**ches if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my b**ches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my b**ches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my b**ches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some sh*t
That will make all y'all just pass out

Know I keep that hot sh*t
f**k up your block sh*t
Have y'all niggas stupid
On some straight cock your glock sh*t
Everytime we drop sh*t
There's no way to stop sh*t
Bust y'all niggas ass
Then like to sit back and pop sh*t
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With sh*t that feel just like
A f**king foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the niggas
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack niggas to come inside
Like they be the sh*t y'all
f**k THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live niggas
While we watch the next fly
All my niggas pass through
Before we blast you
This sh*t so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my niggas
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with sh*t that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they ass fall
I make you other corny niggas
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all niggas with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
All my b**ches wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my b**ches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my b**ches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my b**ches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some sh*t
That will make all y'all just pass out