Come Thru - Ryan Oakes

I’ma need some more bottles

My vision blurry I ain’t worried, wearing drunk goggles

I ain’t taking any breaks, going full throttle

I might fuck around and kill the whole bottle

I need some more models in my phone, like, where you at?

I been making moves dawg my crew (don't got time to chat)

I been in my groove, coming soon (is a million racks)

I’ma go and prove, I improved (now we on the map)

Y’all got me confused, homie you (gon' get left in the back)

Yeah, and that’s all I need

I did it all on my own, now they all coming to me

Because they see that I’ve grown

Now they all trying to leech

And turn my shit to their own

Cause they know that they peaked, woo

I don’t stress it just cause I don’t want to

If you ain’t fucking with me then it’s fuck you (fuck you)

I might fuck with everybody but you

Hit your girl and tell her come through, cut you off

I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah

Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah

I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah

Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah

I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah

Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah

I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah

Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah

Lately, I think that I’m drinking way too much

Vodka, soda, Henny, and we put it in the punch

With the six pack, homie never had to crunch

It goes down like water when you chase it with Crush

Bitch, I been back on my bullshit

Taken shots, I’m going eight rounds with no bullets

This world is only my parade ground

Live to the fullest

My bucket list is looking black, now you got a full list (aye, aye, aye)

Hey, they can keep on talking while I’m laughing to the bank

Ten shots back, everything is going blank

I think I got a little more room for more up in the tank

Somebody better come and pour the homie up a drink

I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah

Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah

I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah

Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah

I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah

Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah

I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah

Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah