Cmonnn Lyrics

[Intro: Will, Lay Bankz & Sybree]
Ayy, Lay, what you on, Lay?
What you on, bro, what you on?
Ayy, Bree, what you on, Bree?
****, nothin', what you on, gang?
Here we go
Hah
Rockstar ****, 5Star **** (Jersey)
Big rockstar

[Verse 1: Will & Lay Bankz]
Thinkin' that we broke, lil' boy, you can die that (Die that)
Anything you want, we can buy that
New lil' Jag and the Bentley, I'ma cop that (Yeah)
With a Cartier on my wrist
Know that I'm lit, they be tryna take the pic
Like come on, man, I'm flashy as ****
New lil' chick and she sassy as ****
And she look bad, so I bag from the rip like
Okay, he want a tip, rock him (Bah)
Oh, he wanna lack? Pop him (Bah)
Oh, he coppin' out? Block him
Let's go

[Verse 2: Sybree & Lay Bankz]
Oh, he want the smoke? Okay (Yeah)
We tell that boy to come get it, yeah
We tryna see if he with it
Wе tryna see if he with it
Got Lay on the joint, she gon' gеt it (He know it)
**** all these ****, they trippin'
**** all these ****, they trippin'
**** all these ****, they trippin'
This for my
This for my
Let's go
Walk in the party, I'm sippin' on Pepsi
Wait, nah, I'm sippin' on Fanta
We gettin' lit, we got fans out Atlanta (Out the A)
Naw, we got fans out Atlanta
[Chorus: Will]
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Lay Bankz]
Chasin' the bag and you chasin' a Rollie
Keep your distance, you **** don't know me
You cuffin' on thotties, she **** with my homie
Did the dash in a new [?]
I want a jet black matte Bugatti
I don't really [?], got smoke, that's problem
Met a white girl, think her name was Molly
Get left or get right, put you **** behind me
This for my dodie, uh
None of you **** know me, uh
He want a brand new homie
'Cause all of my homies smoked him
Pop your ****, twin
Chasin' a bag, talkin' big ****
They know the difference
Come around me, keep your distance, yeah
[Interlude: Lay Bankz & Sybree]
This for my dodie (This for my)
None of you **** know me, uh
He want a brand new homie (This for my)
'Cause all of my homies smoked him

[Verse 4: Will & Lay Bankz]
W-w-w-w-walk it out
We ain't got no rat, we can't talk it out
Fah-fah-fah, slide
Don't run, lil' boy, you can't hide
Oh my God, **** with us, you gon' die
It's that time, got an XD and a Glock 45, uh

[Outro: Lay Bankz & Sybree]
This for my dodie (This for my)
None of you **** know me, uh
He want a brand new homie (This for my)
'Cause all of my homies smoked him, uh
This for my
This for my

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