Lyric Comin Agg
[ VERSE 1 ]
Ah shit.. I m sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya
But it s on cause you up against a real nigga
I steal niggas and kill niggas, I m the real nigga
You up against a muthafucka with a quick temper
I m a born killer, in case you don t remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it?
You ain t the nigga that you thought you was, fool
And now I m after that ass on the cool
It s all about survival of the fittest
Nigga, you shouldn ta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your ass up out the picture
I ain t the nigga you wanna fuck with
Muthafucka, I wouldn t bullshit ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last nigga in this muthafuckin world you shoulda fucked with
I m leavin niggas in bodybags
You shouldn ta fucked with the Brad
You punk muthafucka, I m comin agg
[ VERSE 2 ]
Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S.A. fool, and I ma put you on your back, bitch
Ain t no half-steppin, I m comin at you rough-like
Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights
Whenever when I bucked my knuckles up on a nigga s head
So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg
Cause like I said befo I m a muthafuckin dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots
And everybody in your muthafuckin area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a muthafuck about your family
Because your family ain t my fuckin family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha
Nigga in black standin right here next to ya
I m stoppin muthafuckas from breathin
Just gimme a reason and I ma be squeezin
The trigger of this muthafuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop
>From these muthafuckin gunshots
And leave your whole fuckin family sad
Don t fuck with the Brad, muthafucka
Cause Brad s comin agg
[ VERSE 3 ]
Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat
Cause I m about to heat up like a vet
Chop shit down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
Cause I m down for the dirt and muthafuckas said it don t stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
Cause by the time you get your keys
I m lettin loose, muthafucka, lay em down, nigga, and get these
It ain t shit for me to watch em fly
So die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, die
I ain t no muthafuckin good guy, dog
And I don t give a good guy damn about none of y all
I m from the state of the muthafuckin gunslingers
Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit
And I ma try my best to make it stank, you bitch
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your ass, you muthafucka
I m comin agg
Ah shit.. I m sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya
But it s on cause you up against a real nigga
I steal niggas and kill niggas, I m the real nigga
You up against a muthafucka with a quick temper
I m a born killer, in case you don t remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it?
You ain t the nigga that you thought you was, fool
And now I m after that ass on the cool
It s all about survival of the fittest
Nigga, you shouldn ta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your ass up out the picture
I ain t the nigga you wanna fuck with
Muthafucka, I wouldn t bullshit ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last nigga in this muthafuckin world you shoulda fucked with
I m leavin niggas in bodybags
You shouldn ta fucked with the Brad
You punk muthafucka, I m comin agg
[ VERSE 2 ]
Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S.A. fool, and I ma put you on your back, bitch
Ain t no half-steppin, I m comin at you rough-like
Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights
Whenever when I bucked my knuckles up on a nigga s head
So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg
Cause like I said befo I m a muthafuckin dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots
And everybody in your muthafuckin area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a muthafuck about your family
Because your family ain t my fuckin family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha
Nigga in black standin right here next to ya
I m stoppin muthafuckas from breathin
Just gimme a reason and I ma be squeezin
The trigger of this muthafuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop
>From these muthafuckin gunshots
And leave your whole fuckin family sad
Don t fuck with the Brad, muthafucka
Cause Brad s comin agg
[ VERSE 3 ]
Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat
Cause I m about to heat up like a vet
Chop shit down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
Cause I m down for the dirt and muthafuckas said it don t stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
Cause by the time you get your keys
I m lettin loose, muthafucka, lay em down, nigga, and get these
It ain t shit for me to watch em fly
So die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, die
I ain t no muthafuckin good guy, dog
And I don t give a good guy damn about none of y all
I m from the state of the muthafuckin gunslingers
Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit
And I ma try my best to make it stank, you bitch
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your ass, you muthafucka
I m comin agg
