Tommy.Gun

Bitch we up
Bitch we load it up
Got my tommy gun

You better run
Run into the sun
Blade is holdin on

I'm holdin off
Try and cut me off
Imma spill the blood

I'm fallin off
Bitch come pick me up
Bitch come hold me up

I cannot, see, me
All these fuckin, T, V's
Diamonds always, V, V's
Had to come and, see, me

Only smoking, on, trees
Only totin, my, piece
She polite like, bitch, please
Drop it down on, your, knees

Aye
Comin up an flex with a bitch
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm totin on a stick
Had to find a way need to find a pot to piss
Run it up good while I'm smokin my spliff

LSD no you cant catch these
Niggas so mad that they ain't sell keys
Niggas so mad they don't work like me
Had to get back to the place I sleep

Had to get back to place i need
Niggas talk trash when they hear my beat
No I never asked for a thing i need
Only gotta do on my own two feet

Only gotta stay with my family
Do it for the gang they the ones i need
Do it for the life that I'm tryin to lead
You ain't put in work we can all agree

I live my life how I wanna live it
If you tryin to stop me best forget it
I'm all alone and it ain't no secret
But I'm ok with how I'm goin in it

Bitch we up
Bitch we load it up
Got my tommy gun

You better run
Run into the sun
Blade is holdin on

I'm holdin off
Try and cut me off
Imma spill the blood

I'm fallin off
Bitch come pick me up
Bitch come hold me up

I cannot, see, me
All these fuckin, T, V's
Diamonds always, V, V's
Had to come and, see, me

Only smoking, on, trees
Only totin, my, piece
She polite like, bitch, please
Drop it down on, your, knees

Aye



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Writer(s): Adnan Benedict
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