Comin’ to Getcha Bo$$ (Ft. Erick Sermon)

[Erick Sermon]
The Bo$$, you suckers!

[Verse 1: Bo$$]
I'm comin' to getcha (yea)
Tonight when you sleep creeping steady but quick
I'm here to tell 'em, that B ain't no petty bitch
You run up, you're getting stuck - what was going through your mind
When you thought, over Bo$$, you could ever fuck? (you could EVER fuck)
So nut up, what's up is I'ma drop fat gun blast
In the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em
Taking cover from the killin'
And body bags is the only motherfucking thing I'm fillin' (yea)
The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck
And it's kept on a ninety degree tilt
For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doing dirt with ease
Should've got with that, niggas can't fuck wit deez (can't fuck wit deez)
Bitches straight pimpin'
Ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin, it's a bitch thang
And step to this one how I figure
From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain't no maybe, nigga
So step in my set and get yo' ass fucked up when I hitcha
[How you comin'?] I'm comin' to getcha

[Chorus: Bo$$ & (Erick Sermon)]
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
(Yo, she's come to get ya, uh)
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
(Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it)