Come with me

Come with me I'll be alone but sometimes I like the company I'm at the party where you'll find me like some cutlery With the food I'm dishing it up and they have to eat Let's pick that apple tree and see what's happening Some people wrestle but I'm not into grappling I'm bouncing shit like a mother fucking trampoline You pull up on me and we get to fucking trampling I'm sick as hell and these hoes are probably dampening I switch my flows like coloured m&m's Now I'm going ham My brother told me leave it there But I'm picking up the glizzy everytime I'm heating them Some have no defeat in them I'll end up leaving em either way we'll find out who the Lord's receiving We some different demons Don't hang with us we're them heathens We pop out with no reason They're chickens with no season I can't eat what they're beefing And if they want war then we might pull up middle eastern Come back like it's Easter I don't worry about a feature Making my own shit like a self made creature Middle fingers to a teacher Rap because I'm eager Come with me I'll be alone but sometimes I like the company I'm at the party where you'll find me like some cutlery With the food I'm dishing it up and they have to eat Let's pick that apple tree and see what's happening Some people wrestle but I'm not into grappling I'm bouncing shit like a mother fucking trampoline You pull up on me and we get to fucking trampling I'm sick as hell and these hoes are probably dampening I'm still on tampering They like my sampling These bitches always pampering Better give them centuries They're playing with my sensory Trying to get a sense of me No you can't steal my energy I'm balling like I'm meant to be Stay with my street like sesame And when we get that ticket then I hope we live successfully Now I'm just flipping on these cops and these accessories Why are these haters festering? I see your hoe because she's out here gesturing Probably into scissoring And that's alright I treat them hoes to Listerine These dimes are always glistening I tear it up on the spot don't care who's listening These others be allergic to the grind like it's histamine When I make it out the home I hope I'm making history Don't make your shit a mystery Pop out on them everytime and put them out their misery You got this shit then use that wizardry And if they're not rocking tell them haters go and kiss a D.