Tommy Gun
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I linked up with Tommy Gun
I'm in a mask like Ipkiss I'm plotting up
I don't now what niggas think when they doubting us
Pop out and hot box the car, yeah we cloud it up
We by the lake on the drive who spotted us
Stack it or starve, from bottom we brought it up
We had them CC's, but that wasn't fast enough
Could of had VV's, but that shit wasn't adding up
She got some DDs, I never could have enough
She tried see me, but not on my calendar
He tried to beat me like Mike, wasn't bad enough
He couldn't last with us he had to wrap it up
Need me a pistol on side like a catheter
Reaping these racks, like shift I got capital
Reach in this bag and shut all the cap'n up
I ain't trynna dap it up
Not trynna chill
Started with bales and now I'm a whale
I gotta prevail, I'm not in the water I'm dodging the hell
This not the Chanel on my body, exotic the za you can smell
I don't mind problems I harness the skills
I fell from the top, hit the bottom of hill
I bought the bottom when yall niggas feared
Niggas be bothered like how can you tell
I watch for patterns, they often appear
If it go parabolic you probably should sell
Oooh, look at the needle we making it move
I cannot sit on my ass and be you
I got that sauce it aint Preggo it's new
Snatching shit off because this aint for you
Everyday I gotta make me some blues
Paper chase I cannot stay with ya boo
(Yeah)
I linked up with Tommy Gun
I'm in a mask like Ipkiss I'm plotting up
I don't now what niggas think when they doubting us
Pop out and hot box the car, yeah we cloud it up
We by the lake on the drive who spotted us
Stack it or starve, from bottom we brought it up
We had them CC's, but that wasn't fast enough
Could of had VV's, but that shit wasn't adding up
She got some DDs, I never could have enough
She tried see me, but not on my calendar
He tried to beat me like Mike, wasn't bad enough
He couldn't last with us he had to wrap it up
Need me a pistol on side like a catheter
Reaping these racks, like shift I got capital
Reach in this bag and shut all the cap'n up
I ain't trynna dap it up
Not trynna chill
Started with bales and now I'm a whale
I gotta prevail, I'm not in the water I'm dodging the hell
This not the Chanel on my body, exotic the za you can smell
I don't mind problems I harness the skills
I fell from the top, hit the bottom of hill
I bought the bottom when yall niggas feared
Niggas be bothered like how can you tell
I watch for patterns, they often appear
If it go parabolic you probably should sell
Oooh, look at the needle we making it move
I cannot sit on my ass and be you
I got that sauce it aint Preggo it's new
Snatching shit off because this aint for you
Everyday I gotta make me some blues
Paper chase I cannot stay with ya boo
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Livingston
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