Tom & Jerry
These bum niggas chasing head like a lab rat
Better watch yo back or get put inside a gas pack
Get yo head out of your behind you fucking hat
Had to hop up out my fucking feelings and get in my bag
Told that bitch to buy her shit she actually bought it
Man this shit is really in me like the back of the toilet
Gave this bitch the holy ghost and now she really annointed
I be wit her just to fuck but she really annoying
Normally I be chilling but i'm feeling flamboyant
Put yo nigga on a shirt bitch what size did you want it
Pussy niggas out here doing shit that I really started
Now a nigga blowing up and yo shit getting bombarded
Keep a stash in the bag
Bust yo ass you touch my cash
Tuck yo chain or get it snatched
Yo mans a pussy you a rat
It's fuck a hoe you bitches mad
Niggas broke its really sad
How you talking cash shit and ain't got not a lick of cash
Never speak on what you seen or heard if it ain't come from me
Put him with his dead homies just to keep him company
She fainted at his funeral his momma ain't gone play with me
I feel like a scout when I tell bitches come and play for me
Dumb bitch fix yo face before I bust it the fuck open
When I whip this clip out the barber shop ain't fucking open
Don't conduct an ochestra but this stick be doing motions
The niggas with me knock yo head smooth off like some lotion
Y'all niggas remind me of tom and jerry
Bitches know me for the cream like ben and jerry
Give a dumb nigga a clean cut if he hairy
Niggas with me play with sticks and pots but ain't none of them harry
When I slide you can get yo shit smacked
Hit you with this click clack
You won't get yo bitch back
He can't get his shit back
If I take yo shit from you
You won't get this bitch back
Shoot a nigga like a star he try to run on this track
I hit yo bitch for the freeski (Ay)
Dog shit for the low
Sick as hell bitches really think they need me
Bitch you need to get yo stupid ass off the phone
Niggas need to seek mental help think they fucking with me
Country overweight so it look normal when he tuck the semi
Niggas on the mile out here sliding in a fucking hemi
And we tote them poles but don't none of us go by trippie
When I wake up in the morning want to bust a nigga head
Same thing when I go to bed
When I close my eyes only thing I see is red
Before I let a nigga take me I'm going to fill him up with lead
I won't hesitate to slide like a sled
Nigga try to run hit him in the leg
Friday after next ain't no smoke with me i'm craig
Call me nature's own 'cause I don't think of shit but bread
Better watch yo back or get put inside a gas pack
Get yo head out of your behind you fucking hat
Had to hop up out my fucking feelings and get in my bag
Told that bitch to buy her shit she actually bought it
Man this shit is really in me like the back of the toilet
Gave this bitch the holy ghost and now she really annointed
I be wit her just to fuck but she really annoying
Normally I be chilling but i'm feeling flamboyant
Put yo nigga on a shirt bitch what size did you want it
Pussy niggas out here doing shit that I really started
Now a nigga blowing up and yo shit getting bombarded
Keep a stash in the bag
Bust yo ass you touch my cash
Tuck yo chain or get it snatched
Yo mans a pussy you a rat
It's fuck a hoe you bitches mad
Niggas broke its really sad
How you talking cash shit and ain't got not a lick of cash
Never speak on what you seen or heard if it ain't come from me
Put him with his dead homies just to keep him company
She fainted at his funeral his momma ain't gone play with me
I feel like a scout when I tell bitches come and play for me
Dumb bitch fix yo face before I bust it the fuck open
When I whip this clip out the barber shop ain't fucking open
Don't conduct an ochestra but this stick be doing motions
The niggas with me knock yo head smooth off like some lotion
Y'all niggas remind me of tom and jerry
Bitches know me for the cream like ben and jerry
Give a dumb nigga a clean cut if he hairy
Niggas with me play with sticks and pots but ain't none of them harry
When I slide you can get yo shit smacked
Hit you with this click clack
You won't get yo bitch back
He can't get his shit back
If I take yo shit from you
You won't get this bitch back
Shoot a nigga like a star he try to run on this track
I hit yo bitch for the freeski (Ay)
Dog shit for the low
Sick as hell bitches really think they need me
Bitch you need to get yo stupid ass off the phone
Niggas need to seek mental help think they fucking with me
Country overweight so it look normal when he tuck the semi
Niggas on the mile out here sliding in a fucking hemi
And we tote them poles but don't none of us go by trippie
When I wake up in the morning want to bust a nigga head
Same thing when I go to bed
When I close my eyes only thing I see is red
Before I let a nigga take me I'm going to fill him up with lead
I won't hesitate to slide like a sled
Nigga try to run hit him in the leg
Friday after next ain't no smoke with me i'm craig
Call me nature's own 'cause I don't think of shit but bread
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Writer(s): Mel Cooley
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